The mixing of smell and memory is the best kind of synesthesia.




It is full of rain these days
Florida high summer   
electricity arcing skyways
bathwarm droplets race us
to doors and overhangs
the foolhardy to leafy shelter
a few welcome the onslaught
tipped aware by smell
by memory, heat and steam
small dervishes rising
southern childhood in vapor
dampened earth, leaves and play

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