
LETTERS AND LOVAGE
He came in
smelling of lovage –
The gentle scent of celery
was like a delicate after-shave.
Revived memories of the day we met.
We sat across the table from each other
as the herb lady
spoke of culinary plants –
Thyme
Sage
Dill . . .
“And this one is lovage,”
she said,
urging us to taste.
We did;
The lovage becoming
an unexpected connection.
Two days later,
he arrived on my garden step
with a small pot of lovage for me.
The lovage now grows in my garden;
Firmly established
and aggressively
shading the other herbs.
The love letters no longer speak
of connections
and commonality,
But the lingering scent of celery persists.

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2 comments:
What a lovely poem~
I look forward to more posts from you on your blog.
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