"why I burn incense" - Franklin Abbott

"why I burn incense" - Franklin Abbott

the seller of scents
in the Mysore market
assured me:
only the best
sandalwood sawdust
mixed with honey
hand rolled onto
a sliver of bamboo

when I strike
a match
to make an
ember glow
on the tip
the smoke
goes straight
to my nose

inspiration is

a poem, a song
a solution to a puzzle
a prayer
breathed out
soaring over circumstance
now can I doubt
heaven will hear

and then I inhale
only deeper
the seller of scents
his sad eyes
meet mine
only the best
smoke rising
in roundabout rings
into the invisible

sooner or later
the ember is spent
the scent lingers
like hope
after a kiss
Franklin Abbott will be featured reader at Word of Mouth next week, Wednesday August 2 at The Globe. Open mic signup is at 7 pm at the bar and readings begin at 8 pm upstairs.

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