Honeysuckle Wandering Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Honeysuckle Wandering



Amazing
how smells
attach to a memory

More vivid
than eyesight
hearing or touch

They wait
deep inside us
to capture the moment

When all
other senses
—have started to rust

(Dreamsleep: June,2022)

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