"Yes," I answered, "quite simple."
But I have decided to give up all idea of buying a car. I should never learn the language.
LITTLE GREY WATER.
Little Grey Water, my heart is with you
In the loop of the hills where the lone heron feeds,
Where your cloak is a cloud with a lining of blue,
And your lover a wind riding over the reeds.
Little Grey Water, I know that you know
What the teal and the black duck are dreaming at noon,