Kevin
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Trigger warning:
this piece contains triggers.
Accosted walking across Hampstead Heath
by the smell of damp forest.
Arrested in the streets by the aroma of honeysuckle.
Apprehended by the sight of a solitary boy
at a loss in an empty school playground.
We share our moments, encounters, interactions
that provoke a reaction in me.
Your Kenwood house reminds me of my truncated heath walk
as the Kenwood Estate is now closed for the pandemic.
Your North Texas childhood sparks memories
of my exploring the chilly Carlsbad Caverns whilst I burned with fever.
Your black path in Darlington leads me to the intriguingly named
ten-pound walk behind Doncaster station.
These spattered images you kindled
I so know fill in my mind with mental activity to halt ruminations.
I have been triggered
but not in that bad way.