Ocean Greyhounds

Robert Clairmont

No daisies, violets, green or 

Daffodils: nor even wide 

Expanse of summer skies 

Can hold me long; 

But, bricks and houses; 

Stones and hard cement; 

A lonely street lit up by rows of lamps.... 

A room, a bed...a chair... 

These make me glad: 

Because on rainy nights 

I can hear 

The lonely, vibrant calls 

Of ocean greyhounds near