11 February 2013
The heat makes the smells
Strong and dry
The dust, so dull
And the cacti
Smell of grass left in the sun
And smell of aging water
And thorns, and sour butter
The smell of scorching sand
Is acrid in my nose
It smells indifferent and plain
But sears like fire
The slithering snakes
Smell bitter, dry
Crumpled newspaper
Left in the sun
The smell that comes into my mind
When nothing can be won
Smells 2 (desert) • Opuss № I