teen poetry

did you ever hear of
i shall see a star tonight
the darkness
sleep, gray brother of death
up from the meadows rich with corn
happiness
before the solemn bronze saint
i burn no incense
out of the deep and the dark
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when i was broke in london
there is no flock, however watched and tended
the light withdrawn