“Run and be free.
Look both ways
before crossing the street”.
My instincts
but sometimes I forget.
I’m so absorbed
with Jack Kerouac’s On the Road
or when I’m in the middle
of a thousand projects
and I’m running
through “a maze
of twisting little passages”.
It’s not all these things.
I have changed
since the cherry blossoms.
When I see any flower
my memory of you returns.