Shameless Plug

“Something smells delicious.” Thus we are apprised of your progress Which may some day be ours. Don’t be a wet blanket, plum blossom, let Those wafts rise as if they were Utterances of burgeoning, Proddings to thrive!  Take it in as Required reading, an inviolable appointment That over the long haul becomes Your soul enjoyment.  Who is responsible For the smell of oranges, you ask, Whose scented fingers will rub the skin Later and recall this scene?  One day I Will emerge from this sick-rose cycle as If from Chapter 11 bankruptcy— All will be announced glowingly, The coffee will be percolating; well, That’s not quite it, but will have the aroma of being so.