I swear,
As they fell in the road around her
like a jigsaw,
She just stood there.
Adrift, yet rooted to the median line,
Bare feet on white paint,
Pale pink summer dress fluttering in the stirring breeze,
The engine fallen out of her.

Silent.
Staring down at her own cupped palms.
The life-line, love-line;
Lines of Hebrew or Sanskrit.
Drawn in slipping sand.
And the pink and white petals
settling on her shoulders.

Around her
traffic honks and roars,
thunders,
fury like a white water;
Divided by a rock.
Fury surrounding silence surrounding fury.
And dying cherry blossom falling all around.

Loved the mental imagery of this, Cat. Cherry blossoms get me every time.

I would fuck the shit out of a cherry blossom until it cums.

FTFY