The cherry blossoms are the only ones
allowed to litter.
Bless them, they are royalty.
They are allowed this bittersweet privilege.
I walk across carpets of vivid
blushing pink and silky milk-white and relish
speed walking, relish being OUTSIDE
and sorry to be caught
trampling those petals dyed like
children’s Easter eggs. I understand
why wealthy people want to bathe
These jewel-like diva tear leaves
from lady peacock trees
refusing to be brown and plain
refusing to be TRASHED
by the brutish tyrant matrons
the April and May rain
Declining to bow to the sturdy maples and
fall over and rot in a dirt ditch, as a
final tribute to a life well-lived as resplendent
And YET, cherry blossoms remain beauty queens.
Blooming strong, rarely crowned foolishly.
Emily R. Zarevich is an English teacher and writer from Burlington, Ontario, Canada. She has been published previously in Understorey Magazine, Living Education Journal, Wild Roof Journal, Dreamers Creative Writing, and Prepare for Canada. She will soon be published in Women in Higher Education and Shrapnel Magazine.
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