It is Not a Willow Green but Empty
by Steven McCabe
It is not a willow green but empty cascading
pausing to catch her breath
pulls aside her buggy bulging with groceries
so I can pass chest deep in freezing waters
wearing a necklace of antelope teeth.
It is not a willow green but empty crouched like guardian stalactites
the lady said we all make one big mistake
look at me now
I cannot walk to the store
mountains of ice destroy the great cities.
It is not a willow green but empty burning like a sacred candle nine minutes north
I brush my hand against green leaves
on the less-dignified bush mere shrubbery
encroaching upon the sidewalk & bleeding on strangers
I said green arrives each spring
in oceans of hope
the heart balances the head
one wonders why.
It is not a willow green but empty shimmering like a waterfall
aiming directed breath like a mastodon
she inhales tottering
she said the shadow words green but empty…
I reach my hand into the city bush green but empty…
stretch my fingers into spaces large enough to fill a universe
stems, twisted branches and shadows
impersonate an atom
a pearl in deep space.
It is not a willow green but empty looking straight ahead like a god
we dance at each other stomping
I cast shadows over the sidewalk
my heart balancing my head
are you a poet
in cave language her shadow replies
I say only it is the truth
pulling her buggy into a mist made of pearls
one big mistake.