i can feel change

sniffing around the corner

wagging it’s tail

as it prepares to leap

directly at me, all over me

face uptilted, eyes closed

i taste the wind for

savory sharp rose petals of nostalgia

dreamy butterscotch of cream-filled chance

crisp cornbread crumbs of mischief

sticky sweet salted toffee of dilemma

burnt bitter crusts of deception

brewing far-flung

from nature’s kitchen

they’ve steeped and soaked

in all our glories + sins

and now they rush toward me



and welcome



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