Monday, January 23, 2012

Scent of Yelapa


...the scent took me back to a mountain on the island of Yelapa, Jalisco, Mexico, where a tall blond-haired and handsome Mexican, named Arturo, once handed me a stash of fragrant mountain-grown bud wrapped in the New York Times. The wrapping was unexpected.

2 comments:

Kay McKenzie Cooke said...

Wowo! Love this piece of writing. It's another poem. A prose poem.

Dona Bogart said...

I love you, Kay! *grabs Kay and gives her a big ole bear hug*