In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses

And the graves.

Yellow bird, you are not long

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.