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  Peach Willow

A thousand thousand times Lewis and Clark
saw the peach willow glitter in the wind.

Around every bend in the river
it washed its leafy hair and clung in need
to the very soil it was saving for tomorrow.

Immortal, Homeric, peach willow days
clean the wind and cross the heartland
aflower with abundance.

  Thomas Fortenberry
  Copyright © 2004 Thomas Fortenberry
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