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Friday Flash Prompt: William Carlos Williams and the Willow

Wil­low Poem
William Car­los Williams

It is a wil­low when sum­mer is over,
a wil­low by the river
from which no leaf has fal­len nor
bit­ten by the sun
turned orange or crim­son.
The leaves cling and grow paler,
swing and grow paler
over the swirling waters of the river
as if loth to let go,
they are so cool, so drunk with
the swirl of the wind and of the river–
obliv­i­ous to win­ter,
the last to let go and fall
into the water and on the ground.

Write of fall, of all the pos­si­bil­i­ties that exist within it. Use five words from “Wil­low Poem.” Try to remain “obliv­i­ous to win­ter.”

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