the late night fog
carries the smell of candy
the dog doesn’t notice
or is uninterested
or i imagine it
each of these potential realities
is equally valid
in other universes my little hunter
has a cold
has scented a coyote
i am having an intracranial incident
i cannot avoid what
the night fog offers me
no bitter oil slick of chocolate
no icy bite of mint
no slow burn of cinnamon
just the sick-sweet punch
of fluorescent waxes filled with
sugar syrup and unspecified fruit flavors
a preschool classroom
after snack time
each mouth red-ringed
exhaling diabetic clouds
during nap time
***
the morning fog replaces this
with the odors of wet
pine
juniper
cypress
eucalyptus
and standing beneath one
broad-leafed tree
the sound of rain
local to this spot
instantiated in this moment
dew condenses
dripping leaf to leaf
olfactory event (20191108)
Words and Feathers 
Brilliant contrasting evocations.
Thank you.
How you doin crow..i’m back from the depths..lookin for the nerve of insanity
Sheldon as always
Doing all right, Sheldon. No real complaints that are worth anything. Glad to see you around.
Looking for insanity? You can’t shake a stick without shaking that out of the trees.
Ha! The Olfactory Event made me sneeze —- so much wiffery going on, my nose was in heaven. ❤️👃🏼 Diabetic clouds —- lol. Beware of fudge sludge and peppermint precipitation😆
Hey you ! I like the colors showing up in your profile pic.
Color me dorky! Thanks Crow Man. I’ll read more of your poems this week when I have free time. Btw, love your Santa carvings! Damn, you’re full of surprises.
Thanks! You’ll have to message me offline do we can catch up.