Lizzy recently put out the call again and I said I was game. Then she suggested that we both write a poem with the same line, "the cherry blossoms grew with pride," and see what happens.
Here is Lizzy's poem.
The sun rises on a new dayPeace is felt throughoutThe beauty is astoundingand the elegance takes your breath awayYou have been waiting for this moment,for their grace,their delicate charm,their polished artistry.The cherry blossoms grew with prideUnaware of all they representedLoveAffectionThe arrival of SpringA glorious new day has arrived.An untouched journey begins
And here is mine.
I drove in the dark
You and your friendsUp the escalator summitComing out in the bright morning sunThe day the cherry blossoms grew with pridePride evident everywhereRainbowsThrongs of happy peopleTriumphantSigns bearing witness“I’m a lesbian too”“I love my gay son”And when we reached “God hates fags”You said, kiss meKiss me.