Dedicated to Corina, whose photography inspires so much of my poetry....
Suddenly, just for a fraction of a second,
I could smell the perfume....
A whiff, like a Sunday afternoon,
Deep in Aunt Kathryn's garden,
Grass cooling my bare white ankles,
Bees buzzing in the heavily scented air,
Then, as quickly, as sensuous,
As had been the evocative thought,
The picture, the sound, the pleasure,
Sadly it was gone....so terribly sad,
Like rose sweetened love, evaporated.
Fluttering through sheer curtains,
Upon a bed of cooled linen sheets,
How wonderful a memory is....
In time, yes….lazily, leisurely,
It will return
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