The cherry tree at the rear of the yard
April 11, 2003
A white petal
floats
and lands
face down
on
my wrist
between my
watchband
and
the sweep
of my thumb
we sit quiet as one moth.
A white petal
floats
and lands
face down
on
my wrist
between my
watchband
and
the sweep
of my thumb
we sit quiet as one moth.