Speak No More Poem by H. E. Hasben

I will speak no more of
Willow trees
And white sycamore branches
Against a blue sky
I will speak no more of arms
And hands touching my
hair.
In the morning I make the coffee
In the evening ,
In the water the oil makes rainbows
And the catfish hide in banks
Waiting
Ever waiting.
I will speak no more of
Willow trees
And white sycamore branches
Against a blue sky

I will speak no more of the
Wind
Making the trees sing
In the twilight,

Or maybe I will
Risk the cliche’
Risk the critic
And grab what I can from the
Sunset

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