The Day the Willows Go

Watch closely. 

Because if you don’t, you won’t see the jubilee 

that accompanies the divine assemblage of 

sun, rain, and growth

in this specific outcropping,

barn raising, grove blooming, waking up.
 

 

Breathe deep. 

Because if you don’t, you won’t smell the musk 

that clings to your fingers as you hold a scarlet bud

and at the same time let go 

of the past, the present, the future

in search of a different one.  

 

Listen closely. 

Because if you don’t, you won’t hear the patter 

of teardrops as she walks behind you–

never wanting the clippity-clop of 

calves’ hooves and the specific moment 

–that encompasses worlds with you–

to end. 

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