The day is full of rain. The cherry blossoms,
carry themselves, in silence, gutterwards,
fresh green willow branches pierce the gloom.

We’re washing the world clean, moving towards
your future world, the one we’ll never know.
Even these musty, overminted words

will gleam when your mouth frames them, coined anew.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Apr 19, 2012 @ 00:01:49

    I scan through your poems quickly at first, before returning to reread them, and often it is the first impressions that sticks. I guess it was the mention of cherry blossom that reminded me of haiku. Yes…the crisp clarity and choice of words give this poem a haiku like feel.


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