History,
I have know you
inside and out.
Outside of this Spring
morning where flowers
ricochet with symbolic
meaning and the scent;
Oh yes, the scent of
warm oil and lemon
balm touch insist on
instinctual possession.
Again and again pollen
fertilizes imagination
and travels across
districts and borders
without destination.
1 comment:
Beautiful poetry!
Teresa;-))
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