A Poem: Fast Food Smell
I shouldn't be surprised that one of my favorite food bloggers is also a poet.
Fast Food Smell
There's a certain hour of night
At dusk
When the air has settled
And no one's around
Things are quiet
All but for the traffic in the distance
Nighttime colors are vivid
Peach, white, blue and red
And the smell of fast food on a passing breeze
Is the loneliest smell in the world...
