Poem in Hexameter

Soft Pictures on the Wall

and two eyes blinking brown

across those moonlit fields

where I ran as a boy

trying to catch small bugs;

orbs of light in my hands

dancing nobly to jazz

and singing dusty songs

that floated through my ears

gliding above the moon

like half cut images

of blue girls I have known

and sunsets I have drawn.

I slowly let them fall

into their frozen beds –

while I lie drenched in the night