into the frame
pink purple plums of prunus terminal buds, solitary side buds petals grouped one to five
rooted firmly row upon row, another row members, neighbors, all of the square
winds blow, branches quiver blossoms dance, roots hold pink aromas flee the square to share
up the sun, down the sun night then day, day then night
growth leads to birth, fruit in incubation tree trimmers, instruments of growth alone their only visitors
beautiful beauty for all to see, yet none do lonely neighbors one of another their branches entwined
distant in darkness, gloom overshadowing ever present, never forgotten, only ignored
oppression conquered by pink, green, blue
a road of you upon the orchard creeps false pavement, insidious yellow stripes
oh, two uprights enter in reverence oh, two image capturers violent in silence their compression of three dimensions into two
soon gone, lonely or not, back to their own square pink purple plums of prunus a memory but aware