cobalt

A distinct odor that holds in time and space.
A revelation neither surprising or sublime.

The main house, the Cedar House, Mom-Moos.
I have a lot of dreams about this place.

Cedar, dust and biscuits. Once, Hascues
aftershave.

Bingo, chips.

Now, odor more
like polyester and lemon cedar.

And the cedar has eyes.
Returning with reoccurring visions.

Outside, the drainage ditch is a bottomless pit,
surrounded by cutlass grass, bug invested, now
redeveloped, sealed by a two ton grating.

On the back of the Old Building,
a hornets nest warns with a buzz. Dancing around
this building,

playing chase games/
waiting for the train to pass over the hill.
Inside playing marbles. All my cousins are
married now with kids. I am much younger than them.

The cucumber patch is over there. Thats new.