the sweet intoxicating perfume
of white honeysuckle blossoms
where the vines climb
around the pond
outside our PA kitchen.
reminds me of the
honeysuckle draped fences
lining the alley cut-through
walking home
from my grandmother's
house.
with one whiff
I straddle two worlds
then and now.
which is real?
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