fragment from a handheld device #1

there is a flavour of air, in each September,

that tips me down a rabbithole, now

more than twenty-five years long.

i greet it like the mother one must love.

 these lines directly inspired by Karuna Chandrashekar, at her blog Hysterics and Poetics

enlarged, enveloped, and allowed to breathe at Maekitso's Cafe