Tuesday, April 07, 2009

April Fool
















It surprises me, surprise

that the front yard cherry I caught
despite pale light not
one week ago is
gone—
the blooms I mean
the merry March manifes-
tation of spring they are, at least
until the host
roots, trunk, limbs, stems
themselves pass—as if
it would, could
like the likeness I have made of it
remain
just
so.

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