s./j. goldner - Onions

the lounge room smells of fresh pastries
Mommy didn’t go to the bakery.
the bedroom smells of sweet apologies
Daddy hasn’t brought home chocolates.
the kitchen smells like cotton candy
Jimmy didn’t go to a carnival.
the attic smells like sparked lighters
Andrew hasn’t been to a concert.
the rooftop smells of wonder
Stephen didn’t tap the telescope.
the playroom smells of fathomed maneuvers
Chris hasn’t touched the chess set.
the music room smells like rock star verve
Johnny didn’t strum a chord.
the backyard smells of baseball innings
Tommy hasn’t thrown a strike.
the girl’s room smells of performance roses
Sharon didn’t grace the stage.
the study smells like new book binding
Peter hasn’t been reading.

the front door smells of sandpipers.
No one’s been to the seashore.
my room smells like onions
I been cryin' my eyes out.

s./j. goldner

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