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Willow, willow,
Weep for me
Buried beneath
The blood-root tree,
Socket clogged
By digging root,
Nostril pierced
By seedling shoot,
Rock, miasmas
In my breast —
Willow, will you
Guard my rest?
From The Collected Lyrics of Lewis Turco / Wesli Court published by Star Cloud Press. Reprinted with permission.