Thursday, October 21, 2010

Sense of Scents

I smell rain on a hot slate sidewalk of summer
I smell pine needles on a cold Christmas morning

scents not in my nostrils but in my mind

popcorn at a Saturday cowboy matinee
perfume on a girl at the eighth grade dance
          and on women who perfumed for me
baby powder on my babies and their babies

and more
                        and more
                                                    and more

I smell the fragrance of the nurse's shampoo
as she leans over me to adjust my IV

I smell life

I smell death


(c)Frank Kozusko                   2010
from The Man in the Moon has no Testicles
Poetica Publishing Company, Norfolk, VA

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