in the green grasses growing on the shore
of the little river trickling through
I sat and thought of her and tomorrow
how crystal clear and  pure it all seemed
how she smiled and looked at me
from the side when no one else was looking
looked up at the  branches of trees and
how they weaved and looked at the embroidery
of all the weeds and thorny bushes entangled  and vines
a web of things I had  not seen or looked at clear
glanced again in the water how crystal clear I thought again
and how just below  is everything a fish or an old hook
stuck in some branch I can't see from here.
And thought as I drew my bare feet up under me
I have to go swimming , then.