Stand Up!

The sun’s closer
On mountain tops
Cool breezes quicken

Flows to the valley
In ships for your sun
Finding black and white

Pulsing day and night as woman
Scent on the limp breeze
Blows in windows

Triggering many olfactory memories
Of things left unfelt and outside
A constantly working brain

No matter where we’d gone nobody knows
How we’d gotten where we’d been
So perfect was our disguise