Memory

"Of the five senses through which we experience life, 
scent unquestionably has the most power  to evoke memory." Hallmark 

Passing
The garden, I smell it

That musky smell of fruit,

Like perfume in a bottle. 

The leaves vining along the fence

Seem to have more 

Scent than the

Fast growing green melon

Still, I can smell it ripe.

I picture the bumpy rind

And orange insides

See them split, seeds 

Spooned out, sliced 

Into bite-sized pieces

At Grandma June's hand

Taste it sweet and summer sunny 

With my lunch—again at supper 

Again at breakfast with biscuits, 

Bacon, eggs, and Mayhaw jelly

I remember, more than smell,

Another day—long past

And crave it.