Along Sheepshead Bay Poem by David McLansky

That day in the sun
Along the water
Beside the railing
Passing the old people
Sitting on benches
Strode my Princess
From Tsaristan
Her black embroided gown
Touching her sandled toes
As she passed over the earth
The red and gold
Across her chest
Making her green
Green eyes
Blaze more remote and
Foreign born
And loosely she
Held my hand
Hips lazy in their
Summer pride
And carriage
She strode
Warm bodied
Beside the railing
Along the water
Bowing her head
At
The wonder
Of
The old people
Knowing full
Well
How much
I loved her