Springtime scents swarm the air
and bring with them remembrances
of childhood and vivid snapshots
of memories.
I was in fifth grade and at recess time,
when I wasn't playing football with the boys,
my friends and I would sit under
the honeysuckle trees on the blacktop,
plucking the flowers off their branches
and sniffing their sweet smell.
I ran today,
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