In March the Japanese
get impatient.
When will the cherries bloom?
Too late; too soon. These
days the latent
energy of spring simmers.
But the cherry tree
is not on our schedule,
not penciled in for a Monday show,
not under our control, but free
and under the rule
of the laws of Nature.
Take your time, cherry-flower.
You're worth the wait.
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