Night Drive in Ojai

Noses up! Attention!

Dad & I perk our noses in the air

as we part the orchard’s dark on Grand Avenue

with exaggerated pranayama inhalations

to absorb the scent of the orange blossoms.

Ojai, a place I’ve never been before,

orange blossoms, a sensation I’ve never smelled,

have no reference tab in the black book of metaphors.

Reference & comparison fall aside

as the thick, undulating pleasure

seeps into my chest, hushing my mind

into a dizzy state, drowned with sweetness.

.

I reach for metaphors;

I settle on closing my eyes.

.

.

-Zoe

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