Treasure Island

john tiong chunghoo

(Jan 21,1960 / NEW YORK)

The Cherry Trees


in that shinjuku lane
an old sakura tree
stands in my mind
grandma with her
bare hair



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The Cherry Trees
The cherry trees bend over and are shedding,
On the old road where all that passed are dead,
Their petals, strewing the grass as for a wedding
This early May morn when there is none to wed.
Edward Thomas

Submitted: Thursday, August 25, 2005
Edited: Saturday, November 12, 2011

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  • Matthew Pearson (8/25/2005 8:11:00 AM)

    The only thing which spoiled my enjoyment was the last two words. I kept thinking of 'Care Bear'. If you went for a less clumsy last line, this could have made it as an endearing little piece. (Report) Reply

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