Tagged: aroma

this must be the place,

this must be the place,
said one creature to the other,
the aroma of

apples and spice cooked over low
heat escaping into the yard
.
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you never forget

saturday morning

waiting for you to

waiting for you to
arrive with the coffee is a
memory within

a memory, an aroma
between infinite dreaming
.
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our memories are wrapped

our memories are wrapped
in cushions of untruths. when
you say i recall, how much is it
a re-calling, a re-placement of
the conditions – the sounds,
the tastes, even that puncturing
aroma of sweet and savory,
the one that beckons bite me
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