The Sense of Smell

The Sense of Smell


each of us is going to die

        the scent of blueberries
                      warm oatmeal
                                coffee

       that girl or boy in my dream

       a crisp autumn morning

what is this one thing?


having never really accomplished anything
i’ve followed the scent
of this one pulsing heart
the Sweet taste of Saliva
in this mouth
OpenS.


Kotatsu Roko
Prospect Hill
Early morning, Wednesday, 27:X:2010