it seemed normal, even likely at the time. this hope.
(petals falling though it wasn’t windy,
sunny though it wasn’t warm,
pollen though i couldn’t smell it,
sky though we couldn’t reach it,
light though it wasn’t blinding,
tree though it was more flower,
powerlines though barely showing,
spring, though this hope was not really of any season)
new york city

(original post on flickr)

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