These street-wise youth have seen it all:


the insides of courtrooms
     and jail cells.

But here is something new and different–
a phenomenon heretofore never witnessed
     nor even imagined...

and so we sit together and watch–
     all engrossed,
     though for different reasons–

as the flowering tree relinquishes its blossoms
     to a gentle breeze
     that wafts them to the ground

where they settle onto the concrete courtyard
     like a delicate, fragrant
     spring snow

obscuring a multitude of regrettable mistakes
     and painful memories
under a quickly thickening mantle
     of unblemished natural beauty.