Memories Are Maps Too / by Andrew Christman

The body remembers what the mind forgets

What if it was the scent in the air?

Temperature dampness pine flowers mint

Sound of wind or rustling in grass on leaves

Wings beating and the irregular sound of your breath

Close your eyes; colors are there purple with edges of red

Light changing

Then open with sideways glances

Glimpses of where we have been and where we can go

In the body calling us, then taking us on the trip we are wanting


By Veronica Bowlan

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