Willow

I am the willow stooped and ungainly from years of solitude and discordant thoughts They weave together to carve lines in my flesh but my roots run deep as I seek sweet water Itโ€™s a reckless love, this unquenchable thirst made worse as I dance in the dusty summer wind My measureless imagination conjures images of the long-departed here by the muddy banks I feel … Continue reading Willow