I’ve been noticing the cherry trees
along my usual ways. And it appears
they’ve been damaged by this yin
yang
New England April weather—
the warm and sunny afternoons were
quite
enough to tease the blossoms into
budding
but the cold Canadian whiskey freezing
nights have stopped them in their
tracks.
And so a year without the cherry
blossoms!
Not that we’re Kyoto or further Hirosaki—
and this Valley doesn’t have the
tributes of a Washington DC.
Although our monuments aren't built
to Empire either—
they’re more about the revolution.
Transformation.
And the Universe is just a speck of
Consciousness
smaller than a mustard seed. Space reveals imagination—
light-years shine within unseasonable awareness.
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