In a churc hyard by a river, lazin g in the haze of midday,
Laughing in the grass es and the gr aze.
Yellow bird, you are n ot alone in singin g and in flying on,
In l aughing and in le aving.
Willow wee ping in th e water, waving to the river d aughters,
Swaying in the ripp les and the re eds.
On a trip to__ Cirr us Minor, saw a crater in the sun
A t housand miles of mo onlight later.