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Hasn’t this been a long time coming, nimbus?
Earth’s patchouli, ripened by rain –
summer’s first perfume.
Barefoot in the garden as we breathe it in:
wear all its sweetnesses at once.
Become so senseless
we are all senses and none; so sensual,
even a miniscule drop might
press us to a scent.
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