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And It’s More Than “LOVE” Could Ever Say.
brisk zephyr—first of the season, relief
cigarette smoke—tickling throat, dancing in lungs
fresh blanket—right from the dryer, chemically softened
grass beneath—wet in the morning, cool in the night
All
craft beer—citrus hints, just right
dad’s cooking—childhood favorite, all but forgotten
new toothpaste—acquired taste, spearmint
green tea—decaf, just before bedtime
This
rural air—back roads, livestock grazing
abandoned orchard—apples fallen, pears fermenting
sandalwood cologne—meditative, smooth and sweet
backyard garden—wildflowers, untended basil
Is
summer night—bees awake past their bedtime, cicadas cry
replayed music—brazos river, vector to the heavens
falling rain—pitter-pattering, thunder rumbling
crackling fire—steam bursting from wood, popping
Your
december breath—vapor thickens, disperses quick
lazy cat—sunbathing, dreaming
sun rising—haven’t slept, peaceful haze
wide smile—showing teeth, effervescent
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