A Gift

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the lotion that my brother brought me
from a small town in Rhode Island
smells like steaming cups of tea
dewy grass
and the sea

it is sweet
and i have to close my eyes
to let it seep into my skin
like honey into a warm piece of toast

there are places out there
that smell just like this lotion
and on this soft morning
i want to chase them

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