Whiff

The smell
Of a memory
Floats in
On the breeze;
Jogs the senses
Pretty
As you please.
From another time
Another place
A sweet embrace of
Bygone days from
Mama’s kitchen
Reaches
Across time;
Hugs my soul.

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