October's Child

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 WILLOW'S  HILL


The window on the right was her eastern view
She often called it her midnight sun
A little girl empowered; a gift of déjà vu
Never discussed upon the hill, not with anyone
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Night meadows exhaled; the dew fell lightly
Willow drew sketches that revealed her gift
Chandeliers and caviar, banquets held nightly
Outside her window hummed a world adrift
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She drew symbols of psychic communications
While staring into a mirror of her own penance
Locked in her thoughts with spherical aberrations
She looked at a world that felt no repentance
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Her room became a haven, her time before time
Tomorrow quietly became her yesterday
It mattered not to anyone if she had reason or rhyme
A locked away seedling with little to say
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In the valley they talked of the house on the hill
Willow, they murmur, disappeared without a trace
Enveloped in a fog with its own somber chill
Sits a house full of drawings; Is that Willow's face?





 La colline de Saule

August 15, 2010
























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