you stand there
under the willow tree
with its leaves
caressing your cheek
you look as though you are flying
but I do not know
your destination
This had originally been in a different book, but when I saw this in there, I thought it should have gone here.
YOU ARE READING
The Lemongrass and Willow Trees
PoesíaThe only outside, she has ever seen, is through her window.