The apricot trees at Dave Packard's house
every february
they arrive,
these apricot blossoms,
for a week
on my way to and fro,
i'm breathless,
at Kurasawa's Dreams,
i'm dazzled
i choke back my tears,
one morning
when i find them all gone,
just like that
i learn the alphabet
of all griefs,
their beauty is to hold
inside me
all the same i miss them
intensely
when i find them all gone,
just like that
1. the film Dreams by Akira Kurasawa
contains almost similar images
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