Fundamentally, these.
The scent in the air is not oleander and eucalyptus.
The air is oleander and eucalyptus
as the sun exists only in the twirl of their leaves
--such shape of leaves I had forgotten--
as the territory is demarcated by their silhouettes
as I etch our story in the shallow mulch
soon to forget, soon to change.
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