The Cycle

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The Cycle

The smell of Orange Mock passes through summer breezes
children laughing running through water spouts
dogs calling lovers hoping for a chance encounter,
these sounds and more chase my eyes into a sleeve.
I’ve forgotten them and just now rediscovered a child in me.
The cycle of life from child to child from anger to love amazes,
gazes from my neighbors turn me around to hide again
inside my catacomb life.  I will stay just a little longer.