and as always, delightful poems.

I got quite a chuckle out of the first one. So true! Then they recede before I can write them down.

I love fallen petals. I feast my eyes on them, like getting an eye massage. They are more beautiful on the ground than they were on the trees. I guess I am the right person.

those whiffs while we walk.
are like being visited
by an old lover

OK I can't quite call #6 delightful, because I know too much about the poem already. It's the most powerful, for me, of this batch. Excellent piece.

Love these, a dreamy collection.