Tuesday, August 30, 2022

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

flowersthey 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.



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