anniversary poem

when i was a boy at college
musing, between the sunset and the dark
above them all, looking down
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
white foam flower, red flame flower
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
he's gone
night is dark, and the winter winds
out of the window a sea of green trees
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
and still they walked on
be not angry with me
let us express our baser passions
there by the window in the old house