online poetry

let us pity those who are better off than we are
i had a dream and i awoke with it
full of tears
did you ever hear of
do you hear the rain?
will you glimmer on the sea?
the air is full of dawn and spring
skies they were ashen and sober
sleep, gray brother of death
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
just as my fingers on these keys
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
along the banks