poem

over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
soft as the bed in the earth
the old west, the old time
full of tears
passing through huddled and ugly walls
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
the air is like a butterfly
two rows of cabbages
the little white prayers
why do
do you hear the rain?
the endless, foolish merriment of stars