Pink sequins

Pink sequins -
that's what's left after February rains
wash plum tree flowers
to the sidewalk.
A child says the blossoms
are the crumbs of the tree.
Her mother thinks the sequins
rehearse the coming Spring.
I walk petal-softly toward home.
There's a light on that waits for me -
clean with possibility, like paper.

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