8.27.2013

An early evening jog around the block
becomes
a trek down memory lane
as
the sweet smell of hot frying donuts
takes
me back to a bakery counter in Poland
then
nostrils flare as the crisp scent of charcoal
brings
memories of marshmallows and campfire Smores
until
the cold smell of damp soil mixed with rain
returns
me to childhood nights on the lawn staring at the stars
and
I am home again.  

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