In a churchyard by a river,
Lazing in the haze of midday,
Laughing in
the grasses and the graze.
Yellow bird, you are alone
In singing and in
flying on,
In laughing and in leaving.
Willow weeping in the water,
Waving to the river daughters,
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.
On a trip to Cirrus Minor,
Saw a crater in the sun
A thousand miles
of moonlight later.