The wind carries cherry blossoms like pink snow
Stepped on they became confetti lining the streets on my way home
It continues blowing, rustling through the trees while cars honk their horns to a backdrop of reggaeton
Lantern flies clasp the growing basil, unyielding
Ignorant they’re to be victims plucked up and crushed between fingers
Delivered into a spiral of dust spun against the concrete
Snatched up forgettably in the current of air
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