Hemlock, Sandalwood, Sage by Ron Lavalette

Today it’s hemlock smoke, orcedar and, under thin cloudsand the huge blue, I’m on ahillside, high, dreaming aboutwhat summer used to be like,how all the beautiful womenwalked up and down the beach,their brown eyes darker thantheir summered bodies, the sunnot much brighter than theirsmiles.And I remember thatonce I could smell sandalwoodor maybe it was sage … Continue reading Hemlock, Sandalwood, Sage by Ron Lavalette