Pink cherry blossom sifts like snow
Along Rosebery Avenue,
Where I am sitting on the bus
Since some poor soul's mislaid their pass
And so we wait awhile and halt

But, as I wait, I watch the waltz
Of cherry blossom in the gale
By Sadler's Wells, where dancers whirl;
Mankind and nature mixed for once
In this coincidental dance.

C Richard Miles

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