anniversary poem

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
let me be sad
world that changes under my hand
the shadows of the ships
day is done
she might have known it in the earlier spring
have we no shame?
the earth keeps some vibration going
out of the deep and the dark
above them all, looking down
weak-winged is song
by the shore, by the sea
a mist was driving down
she must go back, she said