You know the smell of a person

after they’ve been outside for a while…

not the onion reek of sweat and body odor,

but salty fresh air on skin, slightly warmed?

That’s the smell of childhood.

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And if a lifetime can he held

in the opening of a flower,

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Julie S. Paschold

Julie S. Paschold

From Nebraska, poet and artist, gender fluid queer, parent, twin, manic depressive, sensory sensitivity, PTSD, two degrees in Agronomy/Soil Science, resilient.