— Inspired by the poem "Every Day You Play" by Pablo Neruda
Bright bursts of cherry lift into the air, fragrant
with flutters of wings.
Beneath the soil, young roots writhe,
aching for the tenderness of such memories
to swell, to become their own.
Patience, child.
They will hasten soon enough,
then fade into dusk,
inevitable.
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