Quickie Poem of the Day

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Poem Three 

 

The weeping willow

we planted

still stands still

 

despite the storms that

folded,  unfolded, and

twisted and turned

our front lawn.

 

Its pear-green limbs

sashayed on the wind

each night

 

I slept

contentedly

in your arms.

 

Shawn R. Jones

3 Responses

  1. Uzoma says:

    Love the last line and imagery this poem evokes.

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