To live by mistakes and perfumes



Sound of July crickets blends with

Trumpet, echo chamber,

Electric guitar, soft cymbals, clarinets,

harmony of the Fortunes singing

“Now just like you I sit and wonder why

You’ve got your troubles, I’ve got mine.

And it don’t seem so long ago….

That we were walking and we were talking

The way that lovers do…”

Parked in your father’s enormous Cadillac

In the moonlight

By the children’s playground on Nields Street.

Why did we love that song?


Today I notice that

My ghost smells like Shalimar,

honey and cinnamon, with a hint of gardenia,

a shade of wisteria,

disturbing the cold March air,

knife of aroma

where the spring peepers croak.


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