The Scratch and Sniff Poet

THE SCRATCH AND SNIFF POET Every word on each line was written, capturing within it, its own scent Morning aromas of cinnamon bagels and, rich dark coffee were as lent Windows opened from a night of heavy rain, and its dampened smells Nothing within this city could compare, to the great outdoors parallels To the fields of hops richly fragranced as to render one a little bit high Sweltering summers that kill the scents until the cooler evening is nigh Every aroma, every fragrance, and every scent captured between lines If one scratched the lines, be rendered with scents each word confines A journey from dawn to dusk with eyes closed, you following my scent Of all the footsteps I took down every street with every fragrance sent Indiana Shaw . . .