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Depth of Senses
two toned brown Chevy Cheyenne,
held me as I ripened into a driver,
becoming a carriage to places,
points a and b and back again,
music from a youth disappearing,
replays and takes flight of the mind,
to a life withering into a past,
a life once built on
a Lego playing field,
a time of fragile living,
with laughter in an unlikely place,
a tug-of-war emotional battle that raged,
on what was taught and what was becoming,
a push, a simple drive,
for love's space to be filled,
in the instant of that time in life,
the memories eternally filter back,
in all the senses,
none more pungent than the deep smell,
of hazelnut coffee
on frost driven mornings.
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