Welcome to my secret garden party, Willow.
She couldn’t talk back, so she just nodded.
i poured tea for two, chamomile and lavender.
She glanced over at the wild mint patch.
I knew what to do, a leaf or two for each cup.
Her long, green hair blew in the wind.
Mine was cut short for the summer, by then.
We sipped and sat for hours, out there.
Just me and my weeping willow friend.