Tagged: aroma

your stories live on

your stories live on
long after you have left us –
grandma’s great pot of

dill, simmering on the stove,
its scent fueling new memories
.
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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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