willow woman

Her tree ring knuckles

Grass blade eyebrows

She laces her combat boots with wild flowers

Breathes wisteria

Sweet deliria

She’s a mystery

You can find clues in her poetry

Shards of her in her pottery

If you knock her down

She bleeds honey

Emits a daydream

Or something to that degree

The willow stops weeping

When she grins and gleams

Like a Band-Aid

A warm hug

The neighborhood mother we all love

I want to be her

You want to see her

They’re all in love with her

But like the willow

Her vines are drooping

Her skin is seeping

Dear girl

We all know the willow never stops weeping

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