"On Walking to my Car After Church"
Lauren Young
Nighttime in the parking lot
The aroma of nectar
Blossoming as the wet air grows darker
Humid air heavy
With the scent of honeysuckle
Returns you to your tenth summer
Sucking the juice from the vine
Avoiding the bumblebees
Riding your bike down the lane
Air winding through your hair
Tasting paradise on your tongue
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