The Cherry Blossom Inn
The walls looked light, like styrofoam,and the chunks of cedar hold it up.
Paper lamps hang from the ceiling,
crunching into the next level of red.
The bed looks soft and warm,
and the air smells of herbs and tea.
Small pictures of landscapes and Bonsia trees decorate the walls.
But not too much.
A window is provided for minimum viewing of how big the town really is.
I watch the yellow light filter in.
I become captivated as it spills over a coffee table
The lush carpet cradles my tired feet as I settle for rest
at the Cherry Blossom Inn.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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