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I had forgotten.
The first Honeysuckle blossoms
are open
and the faint fragrance
of honeyed sweetness
calls me closer.
I put my nose
in a blossom’s face
and breathe in
all the sweetness I can bear,
wanting to never be away
from this sublime fragrance,
a soul-stirring sweetness
I had forgotten.
And then I remembered
that original sweetness
in us
all.

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