I thought this was excellent, even when I had no idea what was going on, because the voice was so assured and I loved the way “blossoms” becomes a verb at the end. I had to do some detective work to establish that sakura can mean both “cherry blossom” and “horse meat”. I still don’t quite get what’s going on, in the sense of being able to entirely follow the extended metaphor. But I get enough to give me a sense of the idea of waiting for things that don’t transpire, of spoiled chances or missed opportunity perhaps.
Anyway, I really like it and it makes me want to spend longer with it. An accomplished poem, I think.