.
A trail or a town,
Under cloud,
Above the moon
Peopled eyes once saw
Each every hair,
Left over feet,
When children spoke
Windy with the sun,
Birds sail down
And the ocean moves
Closer than any heart
Left on a beach.

When if it was
Any town small
As a mountain stream,
Would the earth
Even rise to claim
A penny in a pool?
Would a budding tree
Launch its way beyond
The waves of grass
Or in rays of nettle bed
To thread a yarn?  Aye,
When if it was.