Alone by the Lake of Love in Bruges

by Duane Locke

River willow,
You dappled the water
With many shadows.
Each shadow shaped like a hand.
Each shadow shaped like her hand.
I beseech you, willow;
Beg you, willow
To touch me
With the darkness
Of your hundred hands.

11-Jan-2001

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