teacher poem

but i cannot read you now
i have had one fear in my life
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
in and of itself
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
when i was a boy at college
is there anybody there
in september
we break the glass whose sacred wine
and with the humming bird
royal feast was done
one with you
have we no shame?
rose and amber was the sunset on the river