math poem

melancholy days have come
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
that year
my sorrow, when she's here with me
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
afraid no more, i say
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
over the river, on the hill
are you alive?
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
days endeared to every muse
up from the south at break of day
take my bracelets
beautiful