a chance sighting
eucalyptus trees
up a slight incline
a moment’s gasp
of recognition
not close enough
for the piercing smell
nostalgia brings
when an owl hooted
I could not help
remembering
Alicia, never mind the why, just enjoy the fact that you wrote a delightful little poem and others enjoy it as well. That is all that counts. Thanks for sharing it David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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