cherry blossoms
all but gone
april sans the park
where showers came
of lilac
shady elm

thinkers
cursed
with dappled light
wrapped in cause
for worth
meditation traded
on a whim

of strategy
as plan devised
journeys
without master
of ancients slid across
and back
this way

grey and withered
someone once
was traveled from the city
with need for more –
a time
I couldn’t stay

benches cry
of hasty weight
of hours come to measure
a falling down
another getting up

awakened
elder wisdom
to sit upon the lawn
with those who’ve learned
to catch
the setting sun

. . .