
Like a woman who don's a shabby dress. You pass to, you pass fro. She's there. You go about your business. You pass by absorbed in the steady stream of traffic. You hear the noise in the heads, of commuters: TV talk, another terrorist hit...more tears...more strife...the world a global village in pain...peak hour...stuck in traffic ...you would think wide streets were made to offer speedy transport...with all its shoulders and middles and lanes. Then one day, with thoughts of a Holy Week, and Easter. She comes alive she strikes her lively poise.
Ah! the Poui -
shades of her Japanese sisters
the pink Sakura
© gillena cox 2017
Hope and the Places That Heal You
See again
8 April 2015
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