Poetry Friday - it is not

it is notwhen all the world is in lovewhen all the world is in heatheads bent to hear the musicof one another's heartbeatand all the trees drip posiesfor tomorrow and tomorrowto walk on, a promenade of hopefulnessand the sun and the sky smileon the lovers, on the familieson the babies with their creaky legsand amazed facesi will remain the instrumentthe hermit, the jester, the monastic clownwho