Honeysuckle

The honeysuckle vines
on Mrs. Johnson’s fence
made the air sweeter
in our sun-baked back yard
many years ago

The ghost of that perfume
haunts me lately
wafting from the woods
outside my back door
behind the plant where I work

I search in vain for a vine
or flowers that look like
the memories but am left
with only the sweet smell
and a smile.

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