In another manner...

The bonfire gives the evening land
the antlers of a raging stag.
The valley stretches away.
A little breeze zigzags among
the furrows.

Air crystallizes in the smoke
a cat's eye sad and yellow.
My eyes and I glide along the
branches.
The branches do their gliding 
on the river.

Things essential to me come to hand.
Refrains of other refrains.
Between the rush and the dropping
day, how strange my having .......
for a name!