The Cherry Tree is Heavy with Blossoms

I look for you everywhere
but the street is full of strangers
who look at me and say nothing.

How did you ever love this inhospitable earth?
How do any of us? I eat the dirt I walk on.
I breathe the air of death.

In a dream your face is a mirage of stars that wink
one brightness at a time, snuffed out
and ravaged by the sun.

You must have known this was coming.
You must have known that grudging mother of us all
would come back to fetch you.

The dead line the street when the cherry tree is heavy with blossoms.
The day is bludgeon bright with desire.
It strikes me like a snake who slithers on forever.




Image: photo by Kentaro Toma on Unsplash, licensed under CC 2.0.

Sibani Sen
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