Apple blossoms
drift
down on my head. He smiles at me~
"A beautiful shower for a beautiful giri." He kisses me goodbye. Soon
obscured by Apple blosoms.
his profile
is
Two I
springs.
write
him—
Apple blossoms in my letter. "Do you remember?"
A telegram. "Missing
in action."
A letter returned. "Missing in action." Inside, my apple blossoms Died, dead,
brittle
Still fragrant.
Hope. Winter, Spring.
Another telegram. "The body (his body) will be sent to you."
An old apple
by the grave Has burst into bloom tree
Flaunting, mocking,
A shower of apple blossoms on the
On his
flag.
face they
lie
Like fragrant tears-
Apple blossoms. Becky fierrani
