Memories
Wet pavement on the street Wet smell in the air, Reminding me of summer rain Hear footsteps down the stairs It can never be replaced To have memories that mean so much Like that one day of March.
Olivia Taylor's poem starts with something simple: wet pavement and the damp smell of rain. For the speaker, these small details are enough to bring back a memory of summer rain. Then comes another sensory moment, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs.
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