love poetry chat

i went up and down the streets
brother, i am fire
braided and woven
one with you
it tells of good old times
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
could we but know
what spiteful chance steals unawares
all down the years
little park that i pass through
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
along the banks
green afternoon serene and bright
i make my shroud, but no one knows