Ode to Mother Earth

Smooth lines
Soft touches
The blossom of the cherry
Floats
Past windows
Past lives
Past a whole world
Effortlessly, it glides
Acting as though it knows
Exactly where it belongs
It lands
gently, on the wet asphalt
Waiting patiently for notice
for its lover
for another blossom
The world whips by
A woman on foot with a screaming child
A large yellow moving truck driven by two scruffy boys
A siren bellows out into the distance
All the while
The blossom sits
Taking it all in.

-Heather Strang

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