Caressingly warm spring day
Buttocks speared by green through fabric
Store-bought sandwiches never tasted so sweet
Watching the blown snow blossoms flutter around
A Gion geisha is here collecting alms
To help those lost and found after the tsunami
Those still breathing the acrid air of tents and gymnasiums
While we sit here among Imperial Park
Inhaling and exhaling their sweet pink fragrance
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