Saturday, February 9, 2013

tumbleweed

There was ice on the ground
When we gathered around ourselves
Sam Adams in hand
I watched your palm cup her cheek
First one side, then the other

The smell of something so pungent, like onions and vinegar
Lingered on my mint green sweater.
And I didn't think,
I'd be this bitter
Like a strong drink gone wrong
Like wrinkled ginger peels
I didn't think

The first time you met
That the inevitable magnetism would manifest
So strongly, so late
It fills the muddied water between you and me and
My nose accidentally inhales

And now
All I can smell
Is that stupid pungent odor filling
My eye sockets.
I didn't think I'd see
But I could still see
The tumbleweed rolling in.

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