Willow

A summer evening sat on the back door step at Montgomery Farm..

From there I used to watch the willow with her moods and look at the plough constellation.

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the willow hangs still

leaves on a gallows,

she is pensive tonight

 

the proud rooster

senses the dusk

and returns to his cage

 

Norah the bat

soars in the pendant twilight

looking for mangoes

 

the bridge of sighs

blows smoke rings

perfect circles, of knowing

 

a fiery red tulip

seals up her lips

and crosses her legs

 

night falls on the grass

down, in the meadow,

feathering dusk

 

wondering of the dew

now so long forgotten.

how sweet, was its taste?

 

with comb now in hand

she pulls out

all of the knots of her life

 

an actuary of no

the cells so very forbidden

and , only by her

 

the willow hangs still,

leaves on a gallows.

she is pensive tonight …