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The Willow No Longer Weeps
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Summer of 2003 The Willow No Longer Weeps
Pull to enter
Letting you in is a difficult
proposition, an answer with no
reason, like an unsure popping
of the eternal question.
It doesn't always have to be
about holy matrimony-
a girl can fall on bended knees
for so many other things.
You are swirled into the fabric of my life
like fudge into vanilla ice cream
at Hoffman's Creamery, a ribbon of flavor
if I ever wanted to truly go that far.
But- I go farther with you
in these arms that once forgot
the imprint of another human's body
resting in their translucent, fleshy grasp;
I look back and forward
like the past year never even happened,
and behind the shadows in my hazel eyes
The willow no longer weeps
thought of you last night –
a Wisteria whisper in the wind
that filled my chest –
a nearly forgotten fragrance.
Talcum did you no justice,
but this lilac zephyr
serves you well.
The willow no longer weeps
quite so inconsolably,
she’s set you free to roam
on an amethyst breeze.
