Ms – Poetry of Smell – (s)Cento of the Flower

April 30. 2013

Drapes’ weight

dusk

subtle morning irrigation

spring

spicy elation

vibrant joy

childhood

my best friend, Carolina

womb.

 

** This lovely piece was constructed of words that first came to mind for students when smelling a flower that Sarah passed around one Tuesday morning.

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