Scented Ink and Silence 

She writes in wild 
-flowered breeze and umbered 
earth, past 
life beer-stained napkins 
and muddled storm

all forms of desert breeze. 
Her fingers ache of starched parch
-ment paper indigo quill spill, 
scratch-and-sniff stickers 
and AquaNet fugue

the dusty memory of old 
books, nutmeg, musty wood. 
Most days, she’s good at 
masking the old smoke, the broken
tokens of a sorrow-steeped heart. 

Follow her now in salted ocean 
breeze, coffee grinds 
dandelion dreams and 
the smell of creosote after 
the rain. 


In April, we poem.

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