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Published: Sat Jul 1 2006
Wosene Worke Kosrof, The Inventor V (detail), 2022, acrylic on linen. Courtesy of Sullivan Goss Gallery, Santa Barbara, California

What is beautiful is often lost
Wept the cherry blossom trees throughout their
One significant gesture.

A skinflint’s extravagance is short-lived,
Mother warned. He’ll take you out to supper

The trees cried through the night
And in the dawn, afloat the grey water,
There, said the gay petals, there, there.

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