By Leah S. Abrams
Clove cigarettes the scent of them wafting on breath of breeze tasting like dreamy memory pure delight of small human in its natural habitat outdoors the constants the guaranteed smile makes you PAUSE Breathe deep Become aware of the world that is beyond the world In childhood nothing so sweet as smell of spring fresh grass warm cushion of it idyllic sun-basked bed And now Here May 2020 empty hillside clover green beckoning as a lover unmasked as satisfying air filling the senses a gift from the heavens themselves and you who does follow fathers’ advice to stop! smell the roses cannot fathom how much more glorious could be so forbidden stealing a thrill beyond imagining…