kid poem

little park that i pass through
to the passionate lover
why so sad my lovely one?
afraid no more, i say
in new york harbor
for these white arms about my neck
she must go back, she said
once this soft turf
it was many and many a year ago
and still they walked on
you are clear
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
to come so soon to this imagined dark
she heard the children playing in the sun