Drawn By the Nose

DRAWN BY THE NOSE In a twinkling Warm kitchen baking smell carries me Back small for a second sparkling Christmas For a second Tomato sandwich’s tang in the fresh air’s sweet Wafts thoughts adrift to strand castles in Stanton In an instant Fresh polish scent on oft-matt floors makes Wax coffin-face mementos of grandma For a moment - - - - To gallery pictures by aromas I’m led by the nose. A puppet’s nostrils’ tender tendrils Drawn fast, wind-entwined. ............................................................................... Entered in Debbie Guzzi's Contest Come to Your Senses