Cataloging July’s Scents

I walked barefoot through
dew-laden grass
and at breakfast you claimed
my feet smelt minty.

After an hour of weeding,
the garden’s perfume
was already overpowered by
my own yeasty odor.

The human stink tempered
by a breeze stirring
each individual scent into
a spicy jambalaya.

Returning indoors, held up
to my ticklish nose,
a fragrant iced tea induced
an unexpected sneeze.

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