the tree didn’t weep
it did sag deep down and fall to the grass tips of the lawn
the drops dripping, plip plip plop, from the tree branches to the green blades
into the ground, with the worms and bugs
that climb back up through their dug hole
and climb up the willow
to see the sun coming up that morning
on a thursday where the clouds were blue, the sky was white…
May 30, 2011
May 30, 2011 at 6:00 PM UTC
the tree didn’t weep
it did sag deep down and fall to the grass tips of the lawn
the drops dripping, plip plip plop, from the tree branches to the green blades
into the ground, with the worms and bugs
that climb back up through their dug hole
and climb up the willow
to see the sun coming up that morning
on a thursday where the clouds were blue, the sky was white…
Jelisa Jeffery © 2011
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