I am drenched in memory
green walls, hue of another era
(my grandmother’s home)
sheer, white curtains
gossamer lungs
inhaling
exhaling
breathing with the breeze
momentary relief from the stagnant
trace of time and place
unknown, yet remembered
birds sing in trees
a new song
foreignness wearing the guise
of the familiar
I am where?
I am when?
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