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Weeping cherry tree in an Illinois April


Weeping cherry in the joy of spring,
how I long to kiss your petal tears,
long to push back pink chirimen, biting bare shoulders
and the pure, smooth spot behind your neck.

If I came to you in only my blushes
would you let me dry your tears;
naming me “kodama” with the whisper
of your obi, loosed and forgotten upon April’s grass.


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