On this side of the river, on a bench near the water, A young man is peaceably stroking the arm of a girl. He is dreaming of eating a peach. Somebody's rowing, Somebody's running over the bridge that goes over The highway beyond the river. The river is blue, The river is moving along, taking it easy. A breeze has come up, and somewhere a dog is barking, Acknowledging the stirring of the breeze.
Nobody knows whose dog.
The river is moving, The boats are moving with it, or else against it. People beside the river are watching the boats. Along the pathway on this side of the river Somebody's running, looking good in the sunshine, Everything going along with everything else, Moving along in participial rhythm, Flowing, enjoying, taking its own sweet time. On the other side of the river somebody else, A man or woman, is painting the scene I'm part of. A brilliantly clear diminutive figure works At a tiny easel, and as a result my soul Lives on forever in somebody's heavenly picture.