Could have been a splice
there instead. A second
difference in the time
it takes to melt
this scene without
an actor into a bacon
strip I wouldn’t
eat but allow myself
to smell is
all it takes
to turn a life
around and back
over green rushes before
summer scorches brown.
Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Mmm–lovely imagery and rhythm. I’m attracted to these words…and the smell of bacon.
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Thanks Joan. Funny to be inspired to mention bacon given that I am a vegetarian. You just never know where the muse will take you.
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