SCENTS

Random scents remind me of...
Even when I'm far away, where nothing is the same
& living is a need to work for & not a pleasure that is
delightfully enjoyed, like for some.

Odd scents...
Like the smell of my grandmother's face powder,
that someone just as refined decided to use that day.
Dusty, strong and white like the face of a geisha.

Scents...
Like horse sweat,
as I walk by a "caballeriza"*,
in the nearby woods around me.
It reminds me of my father's truck
& my grandfather's farm house.

Simple scents...
A familiar perfume on a stranger's skin,
that makes my mind visualize my best friend's fresh-smiling face
& the warmth of her embrace.

Erotic scents...
Those romantic and euphoric filled scents,
Like the one's worned by men, who decide to ride the same bus
as I, this morning. It did, indeed, give me butterflies
while I thought of that long, lost and unreachable past love.

Odd familiar scents...
precious memories & gifts given to me by strangers for free.