A Willow-Tree in Hiroshima
Softly & impossibly, her roots still beckon
growth. It is a slow hope she is drawing.
Their ends were swift – echoes in the floorboards.
I am reliving it, since I am solitary.
A thrawning suffocation grabs the sky
so gradually. Not yet, I said, not yet.
Sam Hickford has not yet been reincarnated as a goat