Recoiling memory

It’s only a mile walk away, when
the trail opens and the dappled shadows cover you.
The burning scent of the sun
cools down a notch
making room for the frenzy of summer.
With the undergrowth grown to the knees
and insects buzzing around sweaty brows
You know up ahead there is one tree splattered in white,
the gatekeeper of another memory of a distant home,
in a distant land with another tree, splattered in white.
You walk up to it, apprehensive 
and the scent
of wild jasmine slams into you. 
Sweetness, Oh! sweetness, 

invading, thick and heavy, 
twist around you
Hold you captive
Here and there.

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