
I am the evergreen
Wizard of Willow
Leaving offerings
Within her woods
Our roots are here
Sharing chalices
In this dimension
Of the wild unknown
She is where
Our tree of life
Sinks into the
Ground by the pond
Our hero of one
Thousand branches
Our peacock’s tail
Ambassador of light
Harboring treasures
In a cauldron
From ash to skin to gold
Alchemy of her eye
I am the illustrator
Of the ghosts
Where the murdered
Perch on benches
Where the spirits
Of the mentally disabled
Yearn for their innocence
To outweigh their deficits
Amid the heartache
We sit by the campfire
Where a ’69 Chevy
Remains intact
Driver missing
Mystery of the wheel
A fender hanging
Windows smashed
We grab these cups
In unity and solidarity
For like the tree of life
We shall not fall
We shall grasp
These gold goblets
For we are Willow
For Willow is us
For we are four
For four is us
We built the queendom
Crowned by corona
I am the Wizard
Joined by the Sultan
Aligned by the Commander
Protecting the Lily Pond
Ours is the kingdom
To which we give of
Ourselves and we all
Hike as one
-Jack M. Freedman (Jacob Moses)
Published in Eskimo Pie (2019)