def poetry jam

you are clear
the air is full of dawn and spring
as it
a pen of steel
city that is not a city
see, from this counterfeit of him
she was a beauty in the days
see i give myself to you
a storm is riding on the tide
often i think of the beautiful town
before the solemn bronze saint
a look is but a ray
as evening falls
the earth keeps some vibration going