On their alluvium bed,
lazing in green calico pajamas all summer,

the knobs stretch and curl their limestone ridges
like bony knees, hips, shoulders

to make crooks and hollows 
where Methanites and ditch lilies flourish,

smooth the loamy coverlet
where Mennonites quilt farms,

snuggle their back against Green River,
draw the moon down for a pillow,

head full of monadnock dreams
and the nighthawk’s lullaby.