Sleeping Willows

The resting Styx

Parrots the sky

Stuck in time

Floating ash and pulling leaves of thyme

To count and measure

All the individual pleasures

Human and inhumane

Plucked and discarded

To wash ashore, kindred gallow

Beneath the sleeping willows

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