Sicily

Perfume poem thirteen, Sicily by D and G.

Originally published in Conscious, the zine, 2018.

Summer smells of Sicily
Soap and sand and soft focus lens
Glimpses of the world through sighing gauze
The languid light of lingering sun
Below the horizon but still kissing the sky
Clinging to the blue with lover's loathing of farewell

And to the air a flower opens
Its swelling sweetness tension in the dusk
A breath of life renewed with day's decline
Too gentle to compete with harshest heat
But counting down the rays till soft can shine

Perfect moment plucked from time
Like ripened fruit still warm to touch 
Awaiting what comes next 
While yet complete within itself
The stillness between two memories
Perhaps the strongest note of all

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Elena Nola

Elena Nola is an integration mentor, poet, and shaman-in-training. She has a B.A. in English from the University of Texas at Austin and has been discussing books, movies, and fandom online since 2009. Her poetry can be found at elenanola.com and for coaching/mentoring inquiries please visit thepatternbreaker.com.

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