Bromenade

A walk in the cherry blossoms
And it takes much longer, now,
Much longer, to recover.
Hangovers last for days.
Colds last a week.
My spirits are recovered
By the beauty this tree
has carelessly
Scattered on the ground,
Morsels of the infinite
On my yellow plastic Nikes

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