the scent of olive oil
becomes a familiar tone
reminding you where you are
at home or on a distant continent
with friends and family
and kind strangers
as dinner companions
on thursday nights
the only nights you chose
dark chocolate bark over milk
Regarding your poem, I enjoyed how you weaved the scent of olive oil into an outward examination of its connections.
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Marinela
Short Poems