Willow
With a pocket knife, he
whittles wood--life in a
wicker chair on his porch.
Willow in yard, breezes
wave this fine tree, planted
when his girl was five. He
weeps--wonders where she's gone.
Written 5/10/21
for Kim Merryman's contest
"W" Pleiades
WON THIRD PLACE
Copyright © Carol Louise Moon | Year Posted 2021
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