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