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Kim Philley
Published: Sat Jul 1 2006
Art: Máret Ánne Sara
Cherry

What is beautiful is often lost
Wept the cherry blossom trees throughout their
One significant gesture.

A skinflint’s extravagance is short-lived,
Mother warned. He’ll take you out to supper
Once.

The trees cried through the night
And in the dawn, afloat the grey water,
There, said the gay petals, there, there.

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