Cherry blossoms fall
on slow moving cars
cover them white pink
fit for Sunday washes
petals land in my hair
in a ballerina pirouette
the urgency to perform
tangible
for gentle breezes
murder dancing flowers
if ever a tree bloomed
in the wrong season
choosing the pinkest
my dashboard resembles
the co-op hearse
a smiley faced air freshner
stands rudely central
and when I move
I leave a trail of petals
in my wake