Thirty Something : Taste

It’s there, lingering
Perfuming the open air
Through a car window, the open door
Felt in footsteps falling in soft earth
Sweet mother and her children
It resonates through her bones
To step gently
To tread lightly
To stumble, fall, learn
Continue on
Shed weight, find light
Breaking through shaded trees
Burning desert sun
The reflection of water
Meandering like a vein
It’s there, lingering
I can taste
Perfuming the open air

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