Tuesday, January 4, 2011

When the Nose No Longer Knows

"I can't imagine living here
With this scent of bread all the time.
Doesn't it make you hungry?”
My friend asks as we amble 

Through the golf course
To my house where I live 
Across the river from Mrs.Baird's 
That covers a city block
And has wafted yeasty fragrance
For so long it no longer
Registers in my nose.
It's like the smell of air,
The taste of water,
The feel of my own skin.
I have forgotten it is here,
And ask, “What bakery smell?”


published first January 2010 on poetfreak

4 comments:

  1. Good one, Lillian! If I lived across from a bakery, I would always be hungry - good thing your nose learned to switch it off:)

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  2. I don't think I could ever tire of the smell of fresh baked goods! Mmmmmmmm

    Very nicely done!

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  3. I can relate Living in a small town with a bakery and a Campbell soup plant you get the smell of fresh baked bread or the smell of prego depending on the wind direction.

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  4. Lillian, are you coming to APF this spring?

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