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WHAT THE SMELL OF BOXWOOD PROMISED

An alchemical moment
on the side of the unknowable;
a marriage, yet to be revealed.
Summer's sexual smell
crushed and distilled into narcotic.
Deep, green musk; a blanket
of warm heavy air coaxing
a dream of the impossible –

a waking vision of the possible.


        

        Margaret McCarthy