Once Upon a Place

The smell of a somewhat sublime rhyme,

Of cologne and of brain,

Are smells which clutter my working desk,

And fog over my window pane.

This is now, and that was then;

The rewindstories time and again,

The Once Upon a Place where and when

I was young, and shaped.

Once upon a place, I lived and sang,

Once upon a place, I slept.

With workflow diagrams,

Pebbles and twigs,

Those memories I have kept.