My Gallery
MY GALLERY
In a twinkling
Quiet kitchen baking smell carries me
Back small for a second sparkling Christmas
For a second
Tomato sandwich’s tang in the swish of air’s sweet
Wafts thoughts adrift to strand castles in Stanton
In an instant
Fresh polish scent on oft-matt floors makes
Wax coffin-face mementos of grandma
For a moment - - - -
To gallery pictures by aromas
I’m led by ears and nose.
A puppet’s nostrils’ tender tendrils
Drawn fast, wind-entwined.
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