Grace

Two tall beautiful girls

both in white dresses

walking in the dusk

under wide trees

of a well-ordered park.

Like a poem by Yeats.

Well, this park was the campus

of a small East Coast college,

the girls young academics,

one as it happens Greek,

the other one Italian.

Well, so patterns shift.

The campus was beautiful,

grass and tall trees,

grave colonial buildings.

These serious scholars, teachers

were also beautiful.

I felt the presence of grace

like Yeats at Lissadell.