Tasty
Something moving
with the wind
Reminds me of
sweet-olive trees
Blooming in winter,
This whole world is
as sweet
As grandma’s
kitchen,
Dawn smells like a
bun from the oven,
The marsh between
our camp
And the sea of sweet
cream butter,
But this new scent,
This new one,
reminds me
Of a cat house,
The big one, at the
zoo,
But oh so tasty,
And maybe a little
hungry
