
Pepe le Pew (image from 4legsandatail.org)
Upstate New York.
Rural north.
Couple in a taxi.
Yes, even here!
Dark two lane.
Driver has the radio on low,
“Crossing the highway late one night….”
Into the lights.
Black and white.
Didn’t react right;
jumped up with fright.
Took
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up and over the cab
spraying his scent as he went.
Screech of tires.
Doors flung open.
Three running three ways.
Carcass on the tarmac.
Half hour wait.
Luggage on the shoulder.
Taxi a total.
Wafting le Pew!
No?
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dVerse – Poets Pub
Poetics: Empire of Scents
Grace, doing poetics bar keeping at the pub is challenging us to “…dive into the world of scents. Drizzle your verses with spices, if you are a lover of food. Make us happy or sad, even lusty and sensual, to evoke memories. Fill our plate with your scented words, and fill our nostrils with emotions.”
https://dversepoets.com/2016/06/28/poetics-empire-of-scents/