poems

and so it goes
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
but alas, just dreams
stern cold man
wheel me down by the meadow
and how could you dream of meeting
the shadows of the ships
your body's motion is like music
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
there is no escape by the river
she knows a cheap release
lady, your heart has turned to dust
what was it the engines said
when the hours of day are numbered