What the photo won’t say

The photo won’t tell you

How the branches of the Cherry Tree felt

Framed around our heads.

How we had to stoop low enough

To fit inside its arms.

It won’t tell you how a soft breeze

Blew up a storm of petals towards us

Wrapping us in a vortex of pink light

Just long enough for me feel like

This must be right.





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