Sunday, September 30, 2012


Her willow-wires, brown and battered,
reach, in confused and tangled masses,
through vacant airs, grasping nothing,
while leaves whisper with softened voices:
"Shhhhh...she sees, though she be blind;
she shades in shadows from scorching sun;
she sighs, she weeps, she seeks to find
her hushed, she be undone."
And so, hanging over quivering waters
which she augments yet with dewy tears,
she waits and heaves in warmest breezes
that pass through her and fade away.

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