I've been having computer problems this morning ... who doesn't, these days? So-o-o ... let's go (fingers crossed, knock on wood) directly to the poem (I hope) ... and I hope you can smell the honeysuckle ... or the petunias ... or maybe even the roses:
AROMATHERAPY
The freshness
after summer rain,
honeysuckle wafting,
pie still bubbling,
smoke of a wood fire,
that new-car smell.
In a former time,
our aromatherapy.
© 1996
(originally published in Capper's)
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Today's word: honeysuckle
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