the sound of bank and water is all i hear
the sad resignation of a weeping spring
or a rock that hourly sheds a tear
and the birch leaves' vague quivering
i do not see the river bear the boat along
the flowering shore flits past and i remain
and in the watery depths that i skim
the reflected blue sky flutters like a curtain
meandering in their sleep you might say the waters
waver no longer sure where the bank lies