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Lilac Sidewalk

 Same Sidewalk. 

As Yesterday. 

It catches you by surprise.  

But today. They are here. Either smell or sight and you are called out.

Silky petals. Our female elders peeking out with their violet irises

The smell, oh the smell. 

It swirls in your chest trying to coat your lungs, for just a little bit longer.


Same Sidewalk.

As Yesterday.

You see the crispy.

The sun held them just a little bit too long.

Close enough, the smell sits still. 

But the drops have drifted. Toasted and broiled.

It’s gone so fast.

Sad and True.

I mourn for those that missed it. For those that will forget. 


Same Sidewalk. 

As Yesterday.

Their abode remains season to season. Empty and forgotten

Their graceful presence is now a brief memory.

Every now and again, I remember what was once.

And what will be again.


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