Soft petals bob with each
Raindrop,
Branches overhead tossing
In the wind like horses
Freed into a spring pasture.
Droplets, dew-like, hung
Motionless that June
In the moonlight
On wild black cherry leaves
Behind your parents’ house.
It was there I asked
And you agreed
That we could last forever.
Standing Inside, Watching It Rain
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