This is an old poem. I have more, but if I ever want to publish them, I can’t put them online. Check “links” in the menu for more.
Willow Words Eyes open, Too much. Eyes closed, Too many. Only the shivering willow Can hold her to her pen. Eyes open, Everything. Eyes closed, More, not less. Only the scratching willow Can coax her through the glass. Eyes open, The willow. Eyes closed, Willow words.
Written and incised on a ceramic bowl for the 2011 Tucson Clay Co-op Poetry Bowl Project