Triggers

Basil
sage
lemon balm
mint
chives
thyme--
all so fresh
after the wetness
of rain
on this trusted morning.

Go back.

Walk slowly and with a smile
to the smell of fennel
at the counter
in the warmth
of a sunny kitchen
where quiet
bruises
soft flesh
as you strip the veins
from the tenderness of that fruit.

The pungent freshness
triggers you to cry out
like you had just opened
the many layers
of an onion

or crushed
the sulpher
of a single
clove
of
garlic.