Of the pain of cutting
I cannot tell
Scattered blossom where the branch fell
So full of life, then suddenly it seemed
Buried in the earth
No longer seen
I cannot touch you now.
My hand feels the cold stone
A reminder, of long ago
Of someone I once knew
But I see you
Soaring into the blue
Above the clouds
With every springtime hue
You live again.
Joe Morriss
April 11th 2020
For Gerard.
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