Year of the Willow

by

Crystal Dawn Allen

This is the year the Willow
will spill its tears towards the bay
I have no need to step water, feel water, think water
to wash away your form

There are no rough familiar edges you can attach yourself to.

The earth and I both moved to snatch at your river gravel heels
but there are none
no bones left to hollow out with summer rain,
no heart to plant next year's silent seeds in
Your ghost is gone

How it happened without my notice, I don't know
especially since I've always been the type
to feed the veteran dead despite
their lack of a human appetite,
and leave the lights on just in case

Now when the door blows open in the wind I worry
that the cats will escape
among other things

Out on the dikes, the eagle's shadow lands
like a golden stain on the wind and me
The sun here says

it was there,
but it has never known you.

It passes over the grain
then the train tracks
then the trees

It doesn't say goodbye

NEXT?
Why don't you look at I knew Love
by: Joyce Hemsley
from: Sunderland, England, UK

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