Fell into a sort of reverie — just now — playing with Kookaburra — in the garden — near the lilies — a little to the right. Right over there.
The blossoms are all gone but the green leaves — those already-yellowing-green-leaves — are still here.
The tips are curled — a papery brown.
And somehow that fragrance — like the perfect daydream, to me — still lingers — quietly — in the air.
Lovely and all consuming — it’s more than a feeling.
It’s a knowing.
An innocence — that takes me somewhere