Weeping willow canopying the water
Silk assassins daughter
Shorter than a pine
Taller than I thought her
Filigree pedigree
Dogs bark acid tongues
And Ringing out the headaches
Thumbs through leaves
Of countless words
Whispered in the shushing eves
Hushing wind
Rushing, rushing then quiet mind
Meditative tree
Spindles, spider thread
The yarn droops
Like stiffened drool
Hardened into tools
The searching stalactites hand down
Divining rods detecting water sources
Sniffing out the wet stuff
Thirsty suckers thread
Weeping its drooping head
Sad maybe, or only inexhaustibly thirsty
Like it's been wandering in a desert for days
It will try any mirage, or true Oasis
Plumb any well
Where there's a weeping willow
There's a watery will
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