Like A Cherry Blossom

Like a cherry blossom, I am pushed to fall
Where home may be harder than the road yet the
      sweet return
Is the kiss of dirt, an end to roaming starts
With a red-faced mode of vagrants-in-tangles who
Search for a breezy peace in wind-blown hearths, 
      Make footed love
With star-scapes above.

Yet the teardrop lilies never blush the soil,
Petals wilt upon smudging the toile in 
      wet-on wet coups:
Of dreams for rambling voisins seeking l’entrée,
Of ease from the ageless siege des nuits étoilées. 
The colors soften, then open: a moment to an 
      acrylic toll 
On a stain-pane dole.

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