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Homesick

  • sherna3
  • Jul 11, 2016
  • 1 min read

Taking you in

my senses are attuned.

Sight, hearing, taste and smell

reacting,

when eager fingers

rip open the skin

of the ripe,

burgeoning,

orange,

tangerine

Heat trapped the smell of

diesel,

sea salt,

asphalt,

familiar spices,

the dry smoke from fields of burnt sugarcane.

Birds call.

City traffic snarls.

I want to cuddle,

and never leave.

From: Three Echoes Dancing


 
 
 

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