poetry in motion

if i were very sure
she was a beauty in the days
often i think of the beautiful town
i have heard that a certain princess
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
up and down he goes
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
the earth keeps some vibration going
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
your body's motion is like music
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
could we but know
not from the whole wide world