THE CHERRY BLOSSOM BLOOMING CHARLES BIVONA

New life hanging
flora from the tree,
buds of living
pink on the retina--
reflecting perfect
doses of red-shifted spectra
to mimic all in the skies:
the ruby stained,
screaming,
stretching away of
starlight's elongated bleeding.
What Hubble must have seen,
his pin focused eye
stabbing through glass
into darkness enveloping cold:
a murdered heaven,
sanguinary
streaking,
retreating in every direction.

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