this too shall pass
something reeks
did somebody leave something on
it could be the wind
bringing in the stench
either from the corn sweetener
or water treatment plant
people stepping out
their front doors
hands on hips
some pointing southeast
others northwest
kind of looking at one another
and shrugging their shoulders
one by one they return
back into their safe zones
mindful that funky bouquets
are usually innocuous
march two thousand twenty-four
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