From a hint of petrichor on its collision with the dirt,
to a mumble in the streets and a damp sidewalk,
I conjure your memory.
I imagine you, only a boy enslaved in the body of a man, as he guides his niece down a memory,
hauntingly familiar.
In awe of unscathed innocence, gently observant of its coarse,
a strange joy conceives a moment, ignorant of consequence
soiled sandals didn’t spare her toes, the tips of her pants bathed in rain,
all five of her fingers manage their way round one of yours.
You yearned for the youth age deceived you was absent,
there was a wisdom laced in her crooked vocabulary
you loved her a little more,
When you saw yourself in her blithe.
