WALK #13

In a week of 100-plus degree temperatures in the Bay Area, I thought I’d remind you of what “snow in Napa Valley” means:

Attar

Snow

should be

flowers—they are

as fragile as

your bouquet's

roses

leaving me so

dramatically with 

falling

petals painting where

they drop

with

regret they were

not crushed

when

the peak of

their power

could

still be immortalized

into fragrance

for

where your lips

loved to

linger.