Willow

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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo

In the shade of a Willow Tree

the heart of dreams took root:

Keats, fertilizing the shape of men

with flesh-wrought words

turbulent, wind-blown

beyond the cusp and ken of mortal grunting

a passion of time, a labor of spirit

the blooms to which even sunlight bows

while apples, stirring thoughts of gravity

tempt us by the notion:

what lies within.

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