Willow Tree and the Rain Falls (V3)
 
Willow tree where the rain falls,
two loved pets beneath these roots,
Mo Joe and Joey parakeets,
gray sand like dandruff packs
them in close and tight.
I offer the Lord’s Prayer
a form of biblical relief.
Thunder at 3:37 A.M. Thursday night                                      
wonder of my dream mind loves thunder rain.
It is just a part of me, loose with wind. 
I know in the A.M. blending in the moisture
birds will chirp sounds blasting echoes
against the surface of the sun. 
Before the dawn light, small minds like my own
become active gearing thoughts toward work
economizing each part of me, loose like threads in wind.
This is the willow tree where the rain falls.
I am self-employed, in my
primitive occupation selling pens,
pads of paper, calendars, tee shirts
names customized printed on them.
It is just a part of me loose with the wind.
Life as an author is a daily man grind
to coffee grounds and skeleton bone leftovers
with the thunderclaps, and lack of sleep, well deserved.

Michael Lee Johnson kindly made available for us an audio, reading of the poem. You can listen to it, HERE!