Bike Ride in the Time of Corona
a faint whiff of weed
that old Vancouver perfume
cherry blossoms bloom
there’s an up for every down.
The prompt over at earthweal is “Silver Linings”
Bike Ride in the Time of Corona
a faint whiff of weed
that old Vancouver perfume
cherry blossoms bloom
there’s an up for every down.
The prompt over at earthweal is “Silver Linings”
Beautiful. Cherry blossoms make me happy.
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Thanks Sherry, hope all is well out there in Tofino..JIM
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And the best news is that losing your sense of smell signals, apparently, a mild case of the virus. So you’re okay. Or at least you were.
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Thanks for the diagnosis!
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I lived in Spokane WA decades ago — a much dryer far-Western venue than Vancouver or Seattle — but your poem makes me so remember walking out on dry warm spring days, the rich fabulations of scent proffered by the weeds. A pauper’s paradise and so valued here. — Brendan
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Thanks Brendan, enjoying earthweal, keep those prompts coming!
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You made me smile, Jim.
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Thanks Kim, strange times indeed!
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All of NYC has been smelling like a college dorm for quite awhile…(k)
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ha….it’s part of the olfactory fabric here!
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Glad for the up and down and the sense of smell!
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Thanks for the smile!
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