Classic Poem

Songs come to the mind —
Other men's songs
Or one's own, when something is kind
And remembers not any wrongs.

Swift cleaving paths in air
On a bicycle, or slow
Wandering and wondering where
One's purposes may go.

Songs come and are taken, written,
Snatched from the momentary
Accidents of light, shape, spirit meeting
For one light second spirit, unbelievably.