Willow in the Wind
Friday it was
Sunday it was
no more
a storm had blown
through the area
and chopped it down
at the feet
bare feet
its face held down
in a pond of pollen
unrecognizable
its gentle flowing locks
splattered
it was not a pleasant site
to see
I closed my eyes
and saw my daughter
3
throwing rose petals
in the stream
the lovely locks
like a waterfall
surrounding her
we had our little picnics there
under that emerald waterfall
and watched the wind
pick up
and play
it was our special spot
I watched her walk on over
to the tree
quietly
on the brink of 15
then she turned
and looked back at me
standing where I stood
and I saw her
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TL