Those Cracks In Sidewalks Never Leave

Weeping Willow

sun of morning frost
dilapidated
roses weeping, now...

weeds watch over
thorns, as power
fades, petals lay

among clover,
waiting for a timely
goodnight kiss...

how magnificent
it is to die like a
porcupine beneath

a weeping willow...

Nancy Duci Denofio
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