Friday, July 7, 2017

Frankincense and Chlorine

Frankincense and Chlorine

I found myself between
frankincense and chlorine
marching toward the
boulangerie to get a
baguette for lunch

The fountain in the
Square St. Sulpice 
had just been washed,
my left nostril
was inhaling chlorine.

A crowd dressed in black,
a funeral
in the cathedral
a cloud of frankincense
entered my right nostril

I walked on until the smell
of freshly baked bread
entered my nose
from both sides.

Paris 2017 #74

Sandy Kinnee

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