cherry blossoms
always the same, and yet
ever new with you
pink blossom rain
the space where you used to be
pink blossom rain
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midnight crescent
in a Beirut boy's eyes
buzzing drones
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repeat after me
Trum pi no cchi o ...
the clown taps his nose
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on the road to work
I push through the white drift—
cold snap pressing in
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to T.S. Eliot
curtains part
snow-wet roofs mirroring
April twilight
FYI: This could be read as a sequel my gembun below:
April is the cruelest month, I murmur to myself
drinking alone
the sound of snowfall
deepens
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