Where I'm From

I am from glass globes of roses,
from Gardenias and Gerbers.
I am from dust floating in the air, 
caught in winter sun.
I am from lilacs
that can't be contained,
whose fragrance colours early spring.

I'm from toilet paper tubes and marbles,
from King's Daughters and Mayflowers.
I am from a pinch of salt,
pull your weight
and no one wants to hear you complain.

I am from rocky cathedrals,
midnight masses and incense.
From forbidden dances
held long into the night under Aurora Borealis.

I am from moments folded into paper,
hung down halls on sooty walls,
lingering in stories,
on pages, 
in ashes
flickering away.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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