Once Familiar Perfume
The wind from the south,
as rich as whispered voices,
nudges my heartstrings to roam
those timeworn keepsake places;
espying aged filaments of true hope,
numbered and nearly as delicate
as a man hungering
for the once familiar perfume
of old-fashioned hymns.
For: Absolutely Anything Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Shreya LN
Originally published as "Keepsake," October 2021
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