The Babylon Willow

The Babylon Willow

by Julie Sumner

Every tree that weeps

is a hybrid of our own hands,

grafted to grow

into the softened shape

of our sorrow.

Even the diamond hard light

cannot straighten these limbs,

bowed under the burden

of our hurt like a stone, each one

a penitent licking the earth.

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