chainsaws and cherry blossoms

Another day, another poem that writes itself—-

Power line workers
cut huge, meandering branches
from the interfering trees

Blossoms
Falling
Everywhere

Falling on the chainsaw men
and the sidewalk
the road
the children walking home from school
and on the clean-up crew—
men with rakes and push brooms
hard hats covered in flower petals

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