Scatter so pretty

The road is lined with cherry blossoms.

Pink princesses waving me onward.

I allow the petals to drift, swift

into the open window of my car

(the one with the engine light I ignore).

They scatter so pretty,

settling upon the dusty signs

of a car full of life: dead skin and fragments

of bitten nails to the quick.

Everything feels soft.

The breeze between my teeth

as I smile and lick my lips

tasting the future I too often doubt

whilst queuing in traffic,

believing my life is just as stop/start.

Everything looks soft.

The petals melt like foam

into my skin; a bubble bath gift,

given and forgotten in but a moment

no matter how deep I sink my fingers in.

Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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