Before the ends end,
There is the black tower
Ending, the flowers
In the big city
Extending, ropy
Resilient embrace.
No less focused, filled
With love and safety,
Careful mother care.
Two rats are laughing
In the gutter, not
At the mother’s concern,
But from their joy, her
Secret power to hold her
Own in her protection..
These lines hang off ends
Of tattooed twigs of
Spring cherry blossoms.!
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