Pungent rosemary looming lush by the gate

Invites my leaving guests to crush and sniff

Awakens sharp memories, makes

Bright arching thought-bridges.

If only,

We could drop our past like crushed leaves

Having remembered and savoured, let it go

Breathe in sweet Self, and remember just that.

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