by Michael Dylan Welch
First published in Prune Juice #48, April 2026, page 53. Originally written in January of 2026.
your song
on the radio—
plum blossoms
the sun rising
on an empty garden
guitar arpeggio . . .
sorry seems to be
the hardest word
still waiting
by the church door—
a candle in the wind
slow chorus . . .
I’ve seen that movie too
funeral for a friend—
a black hearse turns
over cherry petals