autumn poem

some of the hurts you have cured
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
the light withdrawn
i gazed upon the glorious sky
sleep, gray brother of death
let me move slowly through the street
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i went up and down the streets
just now
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
shadows lay along broadway
when i was a boy at college
when i returned at sunset