brother poem

babylon-where i go dreaming
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
friend, whose smile has come to be
sweet splendor
it tells of good old times
from floor to ceiling
i can not tell you now
gingham dog and the calico cat
daughter, thou art come to die
that year
out of the deep and the dark
braided and woven