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The weeping willow, despite its name, its curtain of low-sweeping boughs, does not weep over what is lost, does not grieve.
after her death
watching the rain
meeting the river
Beneath the bark, a layer of living cells divides and multiplies, expanding sapwood and heartwood, stretching the bark until it cracks and sheds to fit the new girth.
the scar around my breast
Growth: out into the world, down into the dark earth, and up into the light.
The haiku 'after her death' was first published by Shamrock, Autumn 2007. 'laughter lines' was shortlisted in the Poetry on the Lake Open Poetry Competition, 2007