type of poem

i had over-prepared the event
if it
green afternoon serene and bright
babylon-where i go dreaming
long has the summer sunlight shone
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
no prey am i of poor thoughts
moonlight deep and tender
love has been sung a thousand ways
shadows lay along broadway
with joy and wonder
beneath my window in a city street
day is done
still her gray rocks tower above the sea