You always know he’s been here –
faint narcissus scent – a purplish haze –
your senses all accelerate –
ascend a pitch – amazed at colors
that you hear as well as see: chiaroscuro
gentling neon orange: all that once was
tasteless isn’t any more. You’ve found
the way to make it glorious again!
He’s left it at your door.
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