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Easter DinnerWhile standing in line outside the restaurant, my nostrils are ambushed by the welcome aroma of charcoal burning in the outdoor grill, causing my salivary glands to flood my mouth in anticipation of the imminent Easter culinary feast. Nearby, flowering crabapple trees proudly emit their sweet, blossomy scent, electrifying the air with the reminder of spring's arrival. My attention is immediately diverted to the attractive man in front of me in line, whose earthy scent of musk causes me to moisten my lips and subconsciously lean closer. The clean smell of an approaching storm soon fills the air, as we check on the availability of our table. At long last, our name is called and our party retreats inside just in time, before all my olfactory senses embarrass me by exploding at once from delighful over stimulation. * This poem is an exercise in using only ONE sense, The sense of smell. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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