Carried Away

Honeysuckle’s sweet smell 

casts a spell and suddenly

I’m six and pretending

to be drunk on its nectar,

staggering around with

other honeysuckle-drunk friends.



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One comment on “Carried Away

  1. This image makes me smile, Joan. Honeysuckle has the same effect on me – “drunk on its nectar”.

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