Cherry Blossoms
there’s a river
in Itaewon
that formed
from tears
that fell
beneath
a harvest moon
where roses
in first blush
all but bloomed
a mother stoops
to pick a petal
off the water
before it floats
out of sight
a father bends
and helps the mother
to stand
they walk away
old now
taking the long way
home
in rooms that echo
laughter
where their beloved child
ran about
wild and free
now the music box
is closed
its tender tune
plays elsewhere
in the Spring
the cherry blossoms
will bloom
and the wind will hold off
a moment more
as will the rain
there’s a river
in Itaewon
that knows it
well
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