It is, but it isn’t

there at all. I know that

now. Sit with me a while,

tell me of the blossoms,

the blossoms of the cherry tree.

It’s not, but it is.

Uncompromisingly understanding,

everything yet nothing at

all of the things that I have

failed to do, quit midway.

What is it to owe someone?

Here and now, the fruit bloom.

Nirvana in reverse.

Everything moves forward

and leaves happenings behind.

The fruit falls as I do.

By Rubie, 10th grade

Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Matthew Buchanan, a 7th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston.

This poem is featured as part of the 2013 A Poem a Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more. 

Special thanks to Susan Phillips, an independent radio producer in Houston, who recorded and produced all the poems for the WITS A Poem a Day campaign.  

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