Monday, August 15, 2011


The scent of absolution.
Such a dainty thing.
We sniff like dogs, thinking it fragrant like NEED, like steak.
And with our nose to the ground, we miss the delicant waft that came like a moth
beneath the light of our search.

Now I wait for it to come back around,
yet knowing I need only ask.

1 comment:

Lil Coyote said...

but then ya gotta kinda live up to it
that's the rub
lil coyote