June heat.
A veranda.
Roses twist around its intricate wrought iron.
Carefully select the blowsy blooms,
Snip off the bitter base,
Simmer, distil, strain,
Add the merest touch of cochineal,
Decant into a tiny phial painted with daisies.
Wait three long days
While sunshine shimmers on tarmac.
Then wear the scents of summer like small queens –
Until the perfume putrefies
And stinks.
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