O Willow Tree,
	You know
	So much more
	Than I
	About what it means
	To live and die.
	Smiling in the wind,
	You fear no End,
	Nor long
	For a song
	Of days gone by.
	Why, O Willow,
	Why can't I
	Cease to cry,
	To live
	So simply
	And so free?

5/16/77

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