Willow

A woman made of tree roots and wire
absent of life within her mind
no willow in her rooted skirt
she tips a glass unfilled with dark red wine
while feeding her imaginary flowers
so beautifully divine
from a woven watering can
flowing with invisible watery dreams
her heart without any deep desires
a cat of concrete by her side
non-living amongst the cedar trees
at the top of a snow-covered mountain
that kisses a bright blue sky.