graduation poem

i have to say good-night
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
music i heard with you was more than music
i heard the wind all day
when i was broke in london
which keeps
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
glass-blower of time
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
these be
little gate was reached at last
and with the humming bird
give me hunger
gaily through the fields we danced