A Sense of Air
Sniffing at a green honeydew melon votive
The scent of sunny pink dahlias, in a well lit room
The smokey smells of a campfire, at night
In fog, above seasoned mossy ground.
Crisp
The wind goes into a dive
And turns
And climbs,
And coasts high above
The city lights
Tonight.
Comments (1)
Hello Mr. Turtle of the Sea.
I’m not quite sure what the ‘votive’ of “melon votive” means, but for the rest, I like it. It takes a second read to really get at what you’re saying literally. And metaphorically, well, it’s always up for grabs isn’t it? ;D