Elephant in the Room
Perspective.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Roots and Wedding Lace
I smell roots,
I smell stability.
I smell dirt,
I smell character.
I smell smallness,
I smell closure.
She steps on the hem of her long laced dress.
Tripping over her feet, producing deep stains
She smells like roots, she smells like home.
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