anniversary poetry

a mist was driving down
though i am little as all little things
doubtless i remember still
beneath my window in a city street
and so it goes
i burn no incense
to come so soon to this imagined dark
i am a woman
long has the summer sunlight shone
when night drifts along the streets of the city
to be able to see every side of every question
it was a tall young oysterman
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i do not pray for peace