Often the scent of flowers,
Mixed with the ocean air…
Brings back memories of the island.
As if I was still there.
Today’s dialogue of angry Crows,
Was diluted by songbirds.
Immersing myself in new surroundings,
Replaced any loss of words.
My neighbors left for the weekend.
Their cat cried for food and more…
I realized life is strange at times,
Love was meowing at my door.
Memories are like edited dreams.
The decades demanded a heavy price...
My longings almost convinced me,
I could step in the same river twice.
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