A song bird’s worth

The incessant,
yearning
call of the cuckoo…
cajoles the spring,
inspires it,
to make love
to the cherry blossom

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2 thoughts on “A song bird’s worth

  1. the last sakura let go of
    a naked, lifeless limb,
    the garden wrapped its
    grieving arms around itself..
    lovers huddled closer
    under the mellow sun,
    summer’s first breath
    was cold against her swollen lips.

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