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Cirrus Minor

In a churchyard by a river 
Lazing in the haze of midday 
Laughing in the grasses and the graze 
Yellow bird, you are not 'lone in singing and in flying on 
In laughing and in leaving 
Willow weeping in the water 
Wawing 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