I was in the backyard
the other day, marveling
at the beauty of my neighbor's
tree and, come to find out
the season of the tree blossom
is a span of white fire worked weeks
and not months and all around
was the dead fallout and
I wish I took a picture
so that I wouldn't have to commit
to living through another three seasons
to do so. As it stands
it is what I have to do
so that I can show instead of tell you
about a thing that gave me
pause.
