Willow Tree and the Rain Falls

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Michael Lee Johnson

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Willow Tree and the Rain Falls (V3)

Willow Tree and the Rain Falls (V3)

By Michael Lee Johnson

Willow tree where the rain falls,

two loved pets beneath these roots,

Mo Joe and Joey parakeets,

gray sand like dandruff packs

them in close and tight.

I offer the Lord’s Prayer

a form of biblical relief.

Thunder at 3:37 A.M. Thursday night

wonder of my dream mind loves thunder rain.

It is just a part of me, loose with wind.

I know in the A.M. blending in the moisture

birds will chirp sounds blasting echoes

against the surface of the sun.

Before the dawn light, small minds like my own

become active gearing thoughts toward work-

economizing each part of me, loose like threads in wind.

This is the willow tree where the rain falls.

I am self-employed, in my

primitive occupation selling pens,

pads of paper, calendars, tee shirts

names customized printed on them.

It is just a part of me loose with the wind.

Life as an author is a daily man grind

to coffee grounds and skeleton bone leftovers-

with the thunderclaps, and lack of sleep, well deserved.

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