Willow Earth
Do you see me?
My statue
It is in the corner of our yard that we call home
It is in the window a quick glimpse on the side of the road
It is in this poem
My wooden fabric embed into the earth
The grooves of my skin decrescendo around my body
My feathery wisps
reach out to hold your hand
reach out to caress your face
reach out to swaddle your body into mine
You call me Grandma Willow
You swing from my branches
You admire my solid form
You admire my will to reach towards life
How will you know me when I’m gone?
Look for me
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