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Honeysuckle wind

returns me to my youth

suburban bushes and trees

cloud my memories of years

and in passing

I missed a few things on the way

It was all too elusive

I hid in youthful fantasies

and deluded myself into thinking

superheroes were possible

It really can happen

and all the hickory scent of fires

in this mosquito riddled summer dream

let the flame sparkle

and drive insects away

but in this honeysuckle wind

my nose embraces the scent

I breathe in air of years past

that haunt me to this day

I augment my daily life

with ever enriched fantasies

the lush grandeur of dreams

coolly inflaming the youth

that candle remains lit

in a thunderstorm black out

when will we triumph over nature

and get that power back?

It seems so distant

with a mighty river just down the road

and I feel the terror of pollution

as upturned fish float to shore;

the slick forsaken fisherman

in his flannel jacket

all lost we are in nostalgia;

the candle dripping wax

as the storyteller tries to evoke magic

and falls short of the mark again

no more intrusions

on my privacy or solitude

forever hiding in dreams

forever staying pent up

in the hopes of the young boy

and still young—still young

although rapidly aging

and feeling the weight of years

as they go dancing by

no longer the pure warrior

the superhero is assassinated

by a creeping pestilence

that rises to the surface

It is swept over our cities

as honeysuckle wind

breathes a little life into me

breathes a little passion into my soul

God knows I need it enough   

11-14-93