Cirrus Minor

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In a churchyard by a river

Lazing in the haze of midday

Laughing in the grasses 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

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