Scentsuality Isn'T Scentsible
So there I was
Just minding my own business
Not bothering anybody
Nor wishing to be bothered…..
Didn’t think I could be
Bothered, that is
‘Cause for sure I had it down this
Time, with all its waxing and waning
Its swelling and receding
Its heights and depths and breadths
Nothing, really.
Everything under control.
Polished and smooth and oh so
Solid and real safe
Cozy
In a safe kind of way.
Never mind the artificial
Light, the artificial flowers thrive
Anyway.
Don’t they look nice?
The wind is relentless.
Sneaky, too.
Finding the itsy-bitsiest
Surface cracks with breezes pretending to be
Gentle.
It blew in a dream last night and I don’t know
If it was about here we go or
Here we go again.
I woke to wisps
Of rose and lilac and honeysuckle
In the air, pulsing and wafting
Reminding me of my heart beating in
Time
Smells nice. But some light snuck in too
And it’s making me
Squint.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2006
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