Zachariah Rush - Willow Song

My willow does not weep but hangs.
A wilting willow in the whistling wind with
lilting frond-like forms

resembling leaden peoples trembling
swinging when the wind blows. Singing
songs of listless limbs that pendulously throng

strung up on nature’s gallows.
A dozen dangling sallow shadows
who flail in execution: scarecrows

poised in painless salicylic crucifixion;
where doves embark to love above
the branched alcoves of leafy dark.

Zachariah Rush

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