You remind me of how things were years ago when I built a home in the mountains above Boulder Creek. Thinking of it makes me want it again. Now Walgreens is just a block away and the air ain't too good either. Thanks for the memory, Jane - Jim
Those girls with their itty bitty babies & itty bitty shorts are simply everywhere. I am thinking there is some sort of pandemic happening.
I really like the title. I though you might have gone all space-y on us, but no, this is very earth-bound with a sun spot being that place of warmth.
What is also great is how you start off with this fantasy place, then bring us back to reality, though it's a recent one really -- kinda like looking around & seeing what the world has come to in a very short time. Both places are foreign, but then it ends with that familiarity. There will always be those little respites.
& how a scent can take us back, give us that same feeling all over again.
This one wreaks of Pinellas County Florida. The not-so-fit mothers. The palm trees and white sand. The drug-stores on the corner of every busy road. The nostalgia.
I know this isn't really the intended purpose of the poem, but smells really do it for me. Nothing is more nostalgic than a familiar smell. Every time I smell a cut banana i'm right back to 10th grade, sitting on my bus next to Maria who ate a banana every morning. Fresh cut grass reminds me of my childhood in the Summer-time. Scents are the best, and the last line is how I know this is a nostalgia piece.
I've been wanting to leave my hometown, just so I can go back.