Open the windows, air out the house
a cloud of strawberry, spreading
filling, living, growing,
moving from room to room
lingering too, on her fingers
in her hair, on her skin, her clothes
an aura following her, scent trails;
just as I had done, long ago,
finding, discovering, sharing
strawberry spray, liberated
from a point of origin
a brushfire throughout the house
May 13, 2009
Shanequa spraying the house about a week ago
My own adventures with strawberry spray
40 years earlier at my Aunt Ruth’s house
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(Raymond A. Foss)
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