CLOUD SIGNAL

Ah, that's a load off my mind...why ask for more?
The wind is blowing and
Farm tools are shining in the sun
And the mountains, hazy...
As for the carillons and pillars of volcanic rock
They're all dreaming the time of timeless dreams
just then the cloud signal
hoisted selfdenial to the limit
of a pale spring sky
The mountains are hazy...
Tonight the wild geese are certain
To swoop into the four cedars


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