The boats were blue upon the lake which
sometimes calm soothed them to sleep.
The sea in seething agony
Remembers you, remembers me.
Fastening my collar, I ride to work.
The treetops sing with many birds.
The word is heard –
The kiss all wet that finds its cheek.
The boats were grey upon the shore
And I saw more than sand and shells
glittering there. The distance
formed by slanting trees.
The boats were rocked by many waves
That creased the surface of the lake.