Scent is a funny thing… (2002)

Scent is a funny thing to me.
It rules my memories
With an iron fist of
Haunting recollections.

The incense burning on my alter
Comforts and protects,
Reminding me of days spent
In the shelter of friendship.

Ancient flavors and smells,
Their temptation soothes and
Wraps around me
Like arms around a well loved Child.

Hookah’s and twirling scarves
Delicate fabric falling from the hands of
Exotic dancers; imagery from a world
Extinct save for in our imaginations.

Scent is a funny thing to me…
It makes memories so much more
Potent and poignant with
The constant reminders.

Both past and present,
As they weave an intricate
Yet invisible blanket around me
Relax me and tuck me in.

GS 2002

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