My Thoughts
my thoughts are like willow trees
swaying and swooping,
there is no oak bark
we drop no acorns or walnuts
the sky understands
he winks at us in a communal way
there is no conspiracy
just me and the world
the clouds are few
giving me pause
I like clouds
we willows thrive in rain
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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