white cherry blossoms appear
a motor, a gear has turned
spring lifts its sleep bones
puffs of white flowers delicately
taste the vanishing tang of winter's steel
diminutive white petals
stick to the ground
living organisms plug gently
the cat song the leaf's stir
the open kitchen windows
the neighbor with her cigarette
the mosque's open door
the bone dry umbrella
the thick pliant grass
bare feet upon a cool floor
o guardian of spring's swooning dance
light my way along this
wayward boulevard
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