Tuesday, April 22, 2008

The air is always sweeter

Let me go live in the countryside
where the only perfume people wear is the
soil rubbed into their skin
indelibly darkening
around strong fingernails

The sweet smell of fresh earth
pungent manure
rotting compost
and the secrets of earthworms
rumbling rainy stories through small hollows

Rachel Westfall
April 22, 2008

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