The air holds heavy, scented cartels of gardenias
standing watch at the edge of the light
in secret trading pale of sweetness
where the tall grass blow
In quiet to commence the bloom
to honor the softness of meadow’s palms
inhailing the drift of cream-petaled musk
surrendering to the fragrant syndicates
Deep in tapestry of pine and moss
binding the earth to the evening
a living stillness that needs no translation
the air holds heavy, scented cartels of gardenias
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Scented Cartels
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