yes, it was crowded down on the mall, along the tidal basin
but the crowds were fluttering en mass above the ground.
everyone was just stumbling around dumbstruck by these trees
looking through camera lenses we think the flowers will last forever
i saw the washington monument swallowed into pink fallout
childhood photo album pictures came to mind,
parents lifting us up into the cherry atmosphere,
combined with dappled sunlight, the smell slows time
and we all succomb to our surroundings…
the blossoms always make me think of my monica
who i am sending these images to, cause she can appreciate.
and who reminds me of the time several years ago when there
was a notorious sneaky beaver who under cover of night
was blatantly gnawing his way through our japansese treasures!
that year we happened to check out the blossoms after hours and
we spotted the devious rodent floating ominously close to the trees..
and when visiting the cherry trees, i think it’s always a good idea
to check out our national tulip library which i just discovered was a gift from canada, and this sparked a global tradition of one country honoring another country with a peace garden to celebrate friendship.
we gotta thank the japanese for sharing their cherries.
there is a word in japanese-hanami- for the event of sitting under the trees in full bloom and picnicking with friends or coworkers where ” it is not unusual to see a young man in a business suit sitting under a cherry tree early in the morning reserving a space for his company”
