Classic Poem

Just east of Broadway
A fairy's wing-length,
I have a round world
Where I find strength
To go back to Broadway
And sing the songs I make
In that very quiet place
For a dear sake.

A thousand things are in it,
A thousand things and one,
Every one as far around
As a near sun,
Every one as tiny
As a distant star…
Only round the corner,
A wing-flight far.