and i was the kid who said;
"don't swing from her branches otherwise the pond will overflow."
and they were the ones who didn't understand. with raised eyebrows and mischievous smiles, they asked through their muffled laughs;
"what do you mean about the pond?"
"the pond is her tears."
i would stare into my own reflection through the water.
i was the one who floated up wet, soaked in tears.
but my eyes were dry.
Author notes
we had a weeping willow by the house i grew up in.
i believed it all.
A contest entry
- willow by james119.
600 points, ended August 11, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
my car's out on the train tracks. it's a long road home, i don't want to go back.
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great story!
thanks for such a pleasant read.
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