Aloofness
When the gathered families smelled
The aroma of sausages,
Hotdogs and spent firecrackers
On prior Independence days
I was sniffing the subtle scents
Of odoriferous flowers
That grew beyond the festiveness.
When members heard,” come and get it!”
From the self designated chef
I heard only sounds of nature.
When the people sat and said grace
For the food that was on their plates
I stood among the wildflowers
too intoxicated to feast.
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