My other home

Today’s clear skies reflect in your eyes
heavenly hues into clear shallows
lined with white sand blazing
with sunshine, then, out of the blue,
transported by the smell of sunblock,
I fly across the yellow brick road
from the land of watermelon pickle,
sweet corn and sunflowers,
to an Arizona pool before the rain,
a margarita on a tray, the whole
enchilada soaked in chile verde
hot sauce, a spicy zest for life,
today lost in memory’s total eclipse.

Inspired by a Paint Chip prompt

Where I was, vs. where I thought I was

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