Inhale
I can’t Breath
I cannot respire
Fast enough to inhale
All the perfume
I desire hanging
From blooms
On my short cycle
Under a stand of trees
Between streets
Breathing fumes.
Posted on June 18, 2019, in Ecology, poetry, rewilding, Uncategorized and tagged city park, cycling, flowers, inspiration, perfume, poems, poetry, pollen, trees. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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