def poetry jam

i saw god. do you doubt it?
let us plant
i said
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
melancholy days have come
could we but know
and how could you dream of meeting
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
all down the years
shadows lay along broadway
my mother taught me that every night
little park that i pass through
if the red slayer think he slays
out of the window a sea of green trees