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Nostalgia

A sticky June evening
sitting on my back porch
watching fireflies blink in and out
of the cool night air-
A touch...
A whisper of memory
slides up my neck and into my hair.
And I see
myself as a chld,
grasping leaves torn from a honeysucke bush

and nestled within them
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