Stupid Willow Tree
Stupid willow tree, your branches hang
Down upon the muddy swampland,
And I thrust myself into the situation,
Wondering what it means
To look like a shower of rain.
In this dark water, like ghosts,
Willow trees and their kin
Add to the beautiful confusion
Where no one can know
What actually happened.
Who cares? The sight is seen, the shallow
Green water conceals nothing. And then?
Onward into the next bayou. And then?