#PoetryEvenInChaos
#SantaCruzCASpring
The first blossoms on my ancient almond tree:
“There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.”
Li-Young Lee, Blossoms
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