For decades he shambles

along the same path,

oblivious, naive —

then there it is— blossoms

arrayed along a branch.

She offers a taste

of a dewy-ripe peach;

he cannot bear

such divinity, and falls

away into profane sorrow.

(May 5, 2022)

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