It was weeks ago now
that first month of September we spent here on this island,
still hot and balmy.
I wanted a scratch and sniff for you,
some clever little corner of the screen
so that I could share this most perfect thing:
the smell of beach roses, all briney.
They were abundant outside of the cottage,
and each time I passed, I wondered how I had gotten so lucky –
that they had become like dandelions in my life.
Hardy, scrappy and perfectly soft all at the same time,
nestled in their rocky, sandy homes. smelling like heaven –
round, round hips.
I wanted to eat them, be them.
and I wanted you to smell them
as if sharing them would somehow
exponentially increase the delight
or make the sense more real.
But it was mine alone
and exquisite all the same.
Posted by kind permission of the poet.
Rains come, pounding rooftops, saturating every inch of soil down to the deep. Water creeps…
When I returned Noe to the earth and she sent her staccato of sweetness up…
A normal day! Holding it in my hand this one last moment, I have come…
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