The withering willow
Promising such abandon;
Lotus in a lake on its own island by the fossil fuel factory
As the branches droop like the hair of a rag doll..
Salix-alba; the once sweeping canopy; salicin in the white willow trunks;
the winds blow gently, the branches billow.
Mother always said,
“Leave your weeping to
The island of the weeping willow;
Put the gloom in the glass bottle to
Float away at sea.”