Honeysuckle Time Traveling

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

with one whiff
I straddle two worlds
then and now.

which is real?

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