Leaving the Hospital on a Spring Morning
A Poem

Upon leaving the grey walls and flourescent lights of this formidable center for the sick and aging, for the ill of mind, for the oft discarded, I look up into the floating essence of pale pink, a double blooming cherry tree just past the flashing exit, she stands as sentry, greeting my fatigue and
mourning. and the sky is azure beyond these branches, and the petals have blown about as bright confetti scattered lavishly such that the wet sidewalk is littered with their opulence.
I think how Nature is neither kind nor cruel, how this Mother can afford to let go, to throw her beauty about, to release her full
extravagence beneath my worn feet, how the world fails to notice this beneficence, how we witness without
seeing — you tell me, is this life a waste, as some proclaim, or is it a love offering in these dark days of sorrow?
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