Scents of the Past
tacked to piquant chestnutThree photographsrecall a partylong since over.
In an apple crate,hand-lettered decorationsname the forgotten eventand the date.
Then It smelledof loud music,hot casserole,sweet sweat dabbed discreetly.
Before, for two hundred yearsno party could dislodgethe perfume of ripe applesand ripe sweat.
And earlier still, a prehistoryof forgotten talesand tailsand their particular aromas.
Edgily hollow,restively quiet,a great space eagerto move beyond apples.