the cherry tree

in the air i see surrounding me
all the lights reflecting
in this spring snow shower
the cherry trees shed the white
fluttering,
fleeting,
flying,
free.
and everything we choose to be
is questioned by the apathy,
the entropy.
i want to say that i am free
i want to be eternity.
the cherry tree,
it will turn green,
sepals, stamens, and carpals
turning red.
the seed
the flesh
the stem
the petioles
the blade
all these parts that make the tree
building up the bluest sky
the whitest petals
force us to see

there are somethings we cannot be

there are some sites we cannot see

and now and again we cannot agree

what it is we will save
or liberate
or designate,
set aside
pretend to be
i can't decide
what I should be
and what is this falling before me?
petals snow salt sugar lies
erasing the ground on which we stand
whiting out the new green land

the cherry petals are raining down
and the light is like blindness
for every solitary thing i see
there is a little more that i am missing.