Cirrus Minor

In a churchyard by a river Lazing in the haze of midday Laughing in the gra*ses 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