Kenneth Madden

A Memory

Cherry blossoms falling dancing lightly over hard tarmac
Rubbishing the idea that there is anything
that can be held onto.
Anything that’s not transient.

Posted by Kenneth, (January 24, 2011 at 2:49 pm), in Uncategorized. You can follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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