The Cherry Tree Poem by Alizon Kiel

The Cherry Tree



We plea no more for cherry tree truths
With fruit centered in stone
Shedding red flesh shine on all beneath
They harvest then die

What is real is real is real
We all have to agree
Once we do
What is so is so is so
Is so fluid it floats away

A blossom nearing the ground
Still smells sweet as its weight

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