Wednesday, January 13, 2016


-notation-


notating that the outside atmosphere
carries with it the same fragrances
which saturate the inside;
the scent of metal and water;
of warm bread peeled
from the baker's ovens, the significant
odor of leaded gasoline
and the broader, interior expansion
of sprat perfumes standing on dressers;
the calls of fire,–– the beaten
baseball, black and dank from rainfall
sitting on the sill in the drying sunlight;

needle strung cotton at the delicate
hands of thread mill stitchers, the aromas
of sweet tomato sauces draped across the cracked
and weeding tarmac of the playground, wafting
from window to window; the school-time chalk-
dust of the afternoon's fundamental arithmetic
coating our nostrils; and the still, morning fragrance
of June, even as the drowned, blanched and violet,
are fished from the water.

the night's gatherings in close quarters are face-to-face
at the supper tables, where a screen door away the narrow
entries linger as the links to everything coming and going,
street crossing to street crossing, each with its distinction,––
and if the destination has to begin someplace, it can begin here.

 Quequechan




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