Oh,joyful eye

How beautiful the feeling of the air

Upon my skin as I walk beneath dark trees.

Sunlight   shares their pattern while all’s  bare.

Oh,joyful   eye to see  such shapes as these.

 

Under the old cherry I look  at

The little branches  geometric form

My hand  extends as if I want to pat;

To share  my joyfulness  and feelings  warm.

 

I glance to see the time upon this watch

A gift from one who whom   time has torn away.

A tear drops to my cheek and my   heart knocks;

For I must buy my Xmas  stamps  today.

 

Yet though I miss the bus  again, I’ve had

The wit to pause to see this vision glad.

 

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