years ago the wildfire—
this morning in my hair
faint scent of smoke
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
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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.