whilst armies march, and
their survivors debate who won and who lost,
and how much each one deserves,
whilst people take sides or walk
unreservedly, intensely by,
whilst birds hastily mate
and make nests and bring forth their young,
whilst teenagers try out a first smoke
right behind monuments to all sorts of holocaust,
and the seniors stop for death,
whilst memory pushes stuff under carpet,
and wind disallows all photography,
sakura blossoms
flee this reality, exposing
how brave the beauty is,
how… incessantly.
Advertisements
