This poem is taken from Stand 221, 17(1) March - May 2019.

Richard Aronowitz Two Poems
The Holy Bible

If I had the words, I would tell you
how the last of the snow had not yet melted
when the cherry blossom came, the simple trees
suddenly incandescent with life,
light as air but freighted with the weight
of what would come.
 
If I had the words, I would tell you
how, later, the cherry blossom caught the last
of the sunlight, unmoored itself on the dying
breeze and sailed away, settling
in the hedges around our garden
like confetti after a spring wedding.

If I had the words, I would tell you
how our love will not be scattered to the winds
when you are gone – but I am
dumbstruck by your silence.
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