below an apple tree by a yellow school
stands a man of blue
he keeps his eyes on the sound of the sun
his ears in adoration

a woman with a basket of bread
below on the banks of the Red
dips her feet in the water’s flow
her hands on beads in a row

between them play a saffron girl
a boy with stones to hurl
in the sway of grass as tall as they
there in the belly of the day