Cracks in the pavement Look like rivers approaching an estuary. Natural beauty, the shapes and forms wandering, sanctifies the road. Cherry trees branches, A wide canopy of leaves, Blossom blows away Sung geometry, held still and made eternal, Catches at my throat.
Cherry tree branches
Published
How my heart sings 
As iif the eternal lasts only for a second.Maybe nothing is static except in our minds
I remember an earlier version of this but cannot recall the differences! There’s an uneasy juxtaposition between the static forms and the movement implicit in rivers and blown blossom.