#1.How many pass bythis bus shelter? In a rush,blind to the pink blooms.
#2.I sit on the bench and wait. Not for the next bus -but for sakura.
#3.The buses come and go.I'll stay until ten thousandpink petals drift down.
The first of the season & the prettiest pink. If I were a bee I'd be buzzing in ecstasy all around this pendulous florescence.