Non-Erotic PoetryIt's an odd windIt’s an Odd Wind
It’s an odd wind, this westerly
that buffets the street.
Sometimes a mint-vinegared scent
wafts along the tar seal.
Sometimes roasts float
on the breeze, beguile
the mind and alert
the taste buds. And sometimes,
as I sniff the air,
my slanted green eyes stalk
the neighbours’ silky bantam.
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