The blooms have each waitedinside a small, tight bud allwinter long. Each a sex-nub,a tender, excitable mound oftree-flesh rousing to sunlight’srub. They’ve begun to swell.Their catkin shells grow andglow. Slow slow arousal. Untilthe tree shudders into athousand outbursts of pinkand cream, each cupping aclot of pollen’s sticky gold.Reckless petals fling openwider—some alreadysurrendered to the ground.

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