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Almost Entirely
She rushed in, and the
smell of coffee-vanilla followed
like toddlers in a game of chase,
as the door clicked behind her.
Closed off in the hall,
the waft of warmth and safety
was cut in half, and it
slammed up against the glass door,
vapor fingers pressed, nose flattened,
peering in at it’s sibling smells
dancing around her inside the office.
The building’s conditioned air grabs them,
peeling them off,
shuffling them down the corridor
to mingle with other chance odors,
other chance memories
someone might catch, from
an isolated scent
of coffee-vanilla rising from the rushing
office temp in braided pigtails and oversized glasses.
It is funny how certain
It is funny how certain aromas and smells can trigger memories and inspire poetry
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Tahnk you for reading. This is a work in progress I already made some changes. There is nothing better thatn coffee aroma for memories. Thank you for reading and commenting. Check out the few changes I made just now.