2011-05-19T22:12:00-07:00May 19th, 2011|Musings on life|

Message in the willow tree

I come for the willow tree
of wires that hangs
from the ceiling
a weeping waterfall
of post-it notes.

If you crane your head
(everyone does)
you can read the messages inscribed on each one.

There is no way I can lose you when you refuse to be.
Be someone for whom a man would dare to escape.
You are up against your own fence of ribs.

Every time I come
I order a latte
extra hot
and while it cools
I look up
for the message
pinned to the willow tree
for me.

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