This longing for perfection
in the cherry blossoms
don’t we have that too?
with the simplest words
the geese are welcoming back
the spring
at a certain definite point
its perfume turns into
tiny green cones
super moon
behind a scrim
of ghost traffic jams
maybe today was the first day
of the end of the world.
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