the ever so familiar
banana plantations
and palm trees

the smell of freshness
like milk from a tender
coconut

the new taste of
the first piece of
Alphonso

the sound of
a horn blaring from
a steam driven train
that whizzes by
the dancing riverside
where washing ladies are busy
thrashing linen against
broad chested rocks
in a massive effort to clean
the stench and slime of
yesterday’s sweat

thoughts and scenes
arrive
like passengers
on a train
to disembark
into the station
of my mind
to evoke memories
that I never knew
to have
existed

~

is it not peculiar
how at the moments
when we expect least
our senses are
rejuvenated
awakened
by a place
we love
to call

home

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