Sunday, April 17, 2011

and time spent with a willow

The flexible the willow reveled in the dance, reluctant to notice the toll it took on her feet.

The willow embraced the out-of- tune songs of lonely angels, screwing its roots into the ground.

By morning the willow had surrendered many branches and the whim of God was found at the roots.

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