Poem: Incense on a Cold Day

Incense Smoke

Incense on a cold day
Mist on the mountains
My scalp is the Mount Olympus
The peak Prometheus must climb
When the bananas grew wings
And the snails stole their shells
Who knows where that very first smell came from?

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