friend poetry

the agony of having too much power
under dusky laurel leaf
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
thou unrelenting past
daughter, thou art come to die
listen to the sounding sea
once this soft turf
your body's motion is like music
did you ever see an alligator
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
for then without
i am dying
i went up and down the streets