Meet me at the cherry blossom

Hailing petals and bowing to the arched branches,
mouthful of spring air.

Grass creeps up their legs as they sit in the sun.

The pockets of her jeans carry the foil of chocolate kisses, his carry old purple Post-it notes.

Lemonade scented laughs. 
Barefoot as they climb the cherry blossom,
hands cling to knobs of the trunk, nails pass by pink flowers.

He falls down into the green haven of grass and blushing petals, while jumping from a branch. 
Her soft lips break into a smile as she plunges to the ground next to him. 

In all the commotion, out falls a purple sticky note from his pocket, written on it in curly scrawl, "Meet me at the cherry blossom."

crisscross

NY

16 years old

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