Even now, from the old green new green grows,
I don’t know who trimmed that weeping willow’s
locks, but now she
looks like a
Whatever song fills your throat, that’s the song
your body wants
to sing. Just
Aging can prepare us, little loss by
little loss for
As boyfriends go, he went and now she’s left
holding the bag
filled with what
A sunlit morning, yet dark clouds hover.
The sky holds both
clouds and sun.