the floodplains bloom.   the horsetail dies.  the wheat
with its combined eyes eyeing a fat future nods and nods never fearing

           the peasants plant potatoes plant turnips  radish and carrot

                       even the mice leave the hovels and make camp in the fields

when an inland bird call from the roof thatch the boatwright turns
          from bowsprits and trains his son to cobble

                                   only the bright-chested bird knows the end of this song

           but she is winging over water and must not waste her breath to sing