Early Spring Night

by Camilla Jean Welsch

The world smelled good tonight.
It smelled of sand and dusty dirt
and the warming of stone, asphalt, and earth.
There was even a little cinnamon and fleur scent,
and no longer the accent of a chill
to bite my breath.

But, oh, already there lies a cat-caught bird,
dead on the pavement.

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