Cirrus Minor
In a churchyard by a riverLazing in the haze of middayLaughing in the grasses and the graves
Yellow bird, you are not aloneIn singing and in flying onIn laughing and in leaving
Willow weeping in the waterWaving to the river daughtersSwaying in the ripples and the reeds
On a trip to Cirrus MinorSaw a crater in the SunA thousand miles of moonlight later