The soft peace
of a quiet morning,
beautiful
(as they all are,
in some important way),
fitting for a solo walk
down Lovers’ Lane,
the heat of the rising sun
warming the eucalyptus,
their moist fragrance
recalling a lifetime of
lovers, real and
(mostly) imagined.
I welcome the haze
that time affords,
blurring the boundary
between heart and mind.