It's not sweet floral scents
that send my senses spinning
now. I crave pungent
ones that make me gasp
and wake
up.
I want to be ...
where eucalyptus sheds
where sequoia, bay laurel
and oak are mantled by morning fog
where conifers cast off needles and pinecones
where ferns, bracken, and sorrel edge paths
where crawdads hide in shady creeks
where salt spray and
sand debrides my soul
take me there
to breathe
again.
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