Take a Japanese cherry blossom when the wind is gone from her lift and drag. Pink beauty hiding fury, hanging in sprawling regalia like Jimi Hendrix’s outrageous coif.

Comes wind, she grows.
Then it goes.

Now, branches no longer swayed are vegetal.

The Creator appears, we cannot but dance.

Then Creator hides:                and we listen like lettuces.
                                                    cry, pomegranates.
                                                    pray, prostitutes.
                                                    promise, drunkards.
                                                    plead, condemned men.
                                                    trust, newly planted seeds.
love.