Washington, D.C., May 1995

By Art Elser


Careless gusts chase clouds and tear

too soon the cherry blossoms

from their boughs.

Petals, whirled in the maelstrom,

are spilled free to sink and form

a pale pink pool

along the black wall.


The granite, scarred with names,

mirrors the pink in its ebony shine,

a reminder of blossoming lives—

vulnerable, fragile, young —

blown by the careless maelstrom

of their spring.

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