the honeysuckle path

it's the vague sweet
smell of honey suckle
that grew wild
in the tangled path
that separated duplexes
from apartments
that takes
you there again,
how you pulled off the slender
white stem
and sucked the nectar
from the yellow flower.
you are still a boy.
still running
through the path
as night falls,
scared of where your
feet might fall,
afraid of what might
be on the other side,
but taking time still
for honeysuckle,
to taste and ease
your mind.