Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Willow Branch

I am waiting, my love,
on the weathered willow,
bleached and battered from its violent past.
We'd straddle the willow,
and watch the waters,
and dig our toes,
and clasp our hands.
I am waiting, my love, for that second chance,
I am waiting, my love, on the willow branch.

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