It Smells Like Home
It smells like home,
Each sense finding its place
The whisping of a moment,
groping,
to be found.

The sun beats
its smell of trash, vegetables
beer bottles,
Rustling leaves,
Children playing,
Adults laying,
Summer is hot above the sheets,
It is hope,
It’s a dream, a fantasy;
a changing time.

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