family poetry

in your flight
she might have known it in the earlier spring
little park that i pass through
afraid no more, i say
when i returned at sunset
made up of loveliness alone
when night drifts along the streets of the city
let me move slowly through the street
a life on the ocean wave
passing through huddled and ugly walls
have you not heard
the darkness rolls upward
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes