Report on the Willows in a Time of Color
The willows that enjoy the fall are those that sleep as a team of whippets sleep. They let wind like blood, make succulence a succinct thing. Intricate now, as vascular systems expertly flayed. These willows infer nothing from the slack fevers gathering about their root systems— feral drifts of grass, unmoored shadows of swans, dream-like […]