there it is,
that distinct aroma

a wind of the past

a breeze 
of the gone 

a flash of laughter
once, now lost

somewhere in the deluge,
somewhere in the design

supine
on the detritus

a back-float
on time ethereal

buoyant, 
I fall from a rooftop

farewell,
receding sky

welcome home
whispers the blue 

cc: Chagall 2021