thanksgiving poetry

all those treasures that lie
there by the window in the old house
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
when i was a boy at college
over the river, on the hill
did you ever see an alligator
truely
with her hair flaying wildly
the sun is up
could we but know
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
just now
when night drifts along the streets of the city
there was a strangeness on your lips