contemporary poetry

sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
gone before us
on and on
look out upon the stars, my love
city that is not a city
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
as a naked man i go
have we no shame?
green afternoon serene and bright
the old songs
noises that strive to tear
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
sleep sweetly in your humble graves