retirement poem

three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
when, full of warm and eager love
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
and how could you dream of meeting
i burn no incense
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
rising moon has hid the stars
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i wonder where you live
listen
in your flight
a flying word from here and there
with the sunset
long has the summer sunlight shone