Sometimes I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder
what I am doing
In a city
As I pass a hidden forest
And the smell
The sweet, fecund perfume
Assails my nose
In an exuberant wave
Of childhood
And freedom
And peace

photo credit: John Westrock Real and Imagined via photopin (license)

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