downtown

a sudden moment of inspiration while walking home.

i am sure that nostalgia,
or some variant thereof
is what i am baptised in
as my footsteps echo off the glass windows.
it's the red brick sidewalk,
it's the smell of the rain,
it's this deja vu sense of summer
that tastes like opportunity,
the bold flavor of august,
with just a hint of june,
to cleanse my palate of december.

Reviews

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... amazingly well written ... what an opening ... exquisite artistry ...

i am sure that nostalgia,
or some variant thereof
is what i am baptised in

... "deja vu sense of summer" ... and ... "to cleanse my palate of december" ... are excellent expressions ... what a walk home it must have been ... what an amazingly potent metaphor signifying life's seasons ... amazing poetry yet again ...

[Christina May Shanaberg]

A well written poem of the washing away of with the winter by the coming spring! Nice flowing poem, with a good choice of wording.