Childhood,  Home

Where I Lived

Where I lived you didn’t need
calendars and warm weather to note
that the seasons were changing,
I could simply tell by the smells in the
atmosphere which lingered
throughout my home when the fresh
breeze brought it in through the windows

I remember my dreams at night
being disturbed because
someone was constantly blasting
their music and if they weren’t
I could hear people nearby talking loudly

But then

All of a sudden as the barbecue
scents grew obsolete,
the music softened, the robins
beautifully chirping out my window
sung lower, I knew
winter and fall were approaching.

The neighbors appeared less, mother
made us wear socks to bed,
and upon the awakening of my eyes,
the Earth was dark as it once was
when I ate dinner the night before.

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