WITH WHITMAN'S SONG

The shiny satin blue waters
along the Hudson
quivers under the sun
fanning in the windy trees
with Whitman's song
curled in the wandering hull
of an invading river breeze
hears wavering sea birds
among lyrical loving
sons and daughters
unfurled in urban mirrors
a boat upon an island pattern
the relaxed universal poet
of Jan, Ivan and Vlad
delivers his poetic persona
in a painful scented light
when your stolen days
rise in fire crackers
to be a city phantasm
flaming over Manhattan
in a dark verse pulsation
to have comforted
the nameless injured soldiers
our fallen brothers
wounded in the Civil War
heard from your enchanted
phrases as we embark.