poetry form

there's one that i once loved so much
i love to steal awhile away
i stood
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
gingham dog and the calico cat
the earth keeps some vibration going
there is a city, builded by no hand
under dusky laurel leaf
tell me
she heard the children playing in the sun
there is no escape by the river
passing through huddled and ugly walls
in the cloud-gray mornings