Willow

on Thursdays

a standing appointment with a certain tree

when last we met she asked me

what is your net worth in sparrows

I was left blank

while crocodile tears

greased the machinery

cogs and wheels engaged

while no one was watching

the grand audience invisible

their sounds still echo

where the stage sits empty

with only pigeons above

Alas! Had I no sparrows

for my sylvan paramour