Smell-a-vision
The light smell that
drifts by
Is a whiff of your scent
It is a pleasant, painful
reminder
Of a distant tinkle of
the ivories
That dragged me into
What I didn’t know
It was time that
belonged
To someone and somewhere
else
It is a rare olfactory
reaction
That is instant
whiplash
Then I descend to the
present
Of peace and safety
And I’m glad to walk
on by
Not to seek out that
sensation
But to replace it with
Delicious complex aromas of now
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