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First Cherry Blossoms

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Yard sale!—I pull to the curb,

duck some low-hanging branches,

   and voila!

Nearly poking me in the eye,

   the fatal sprig of pink!


The usual reaction to beauty, a smile,

thoughts of Japan in Spring,

   a haiku op...


But now that I’m looking,

just down the block,

Two more!  They’re everywhere!

Where have I been?

I resume my drive; the hospital

is festooned—oh well,

Learn a new word,

suddenly you see it everywhere!


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