August 19, 2015 by Rosemerry
years ago the wildfire—
this morning in my hair
faint scent of smoke
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged fire, memory, poem, poetry, smoke | 2 Comments
yes, wide awake dreaming….happens to me too sometimes….
It’s strange how memory is triggered, and I think you’ve captured that huge leap from the past to the present, especially through the strongest memory sense, of smell.
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