family poetry

noises that strive to tear
i am singing to you
when i was a boy at college
she heard the children playing in the sun
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
uplifting, as the wind blew
in and of itself
i made a vow once, one only
be not angry with me
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i stood
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
love me at last, or if you will not
in may