Smell
Can you smell it?
Yes you can.
Right?
It’s beautiful, all over, engulfing trees, street lamps, sidewalks
filling all the cracks.
Fill your lungs and all your cavities,
it’s the smell of the sea.
Breeze carries me a message:
salts of warm, buoyant and busy waters
peppers of washed up fish.
Breathe to the bottom, catch sounds and sights
round and loving base lines and massages
of happy toasts, clink.
mmm it’s delicious, the humid nights of the summer,
the space whose emptiness is filled
by the smell by the light
of excitement
coming in off the bay.
Oh why does smell have to sit
so arm-in-arm with what just can’t fit?











“salts of warm, buoyant and busy waters
peppers of washed up fish.”
so good. these lines remind me of the time i scooped up a handful of seafoam and proceeded to eat it. disgusting, i know, but last thanksgiving was my first time seeing the ocean, and it looked so very appetizing…