Smell Navigation.

As a dog smells a hydrant, I sniff other minds at the party of life.
And when out amung the swamplands, skunkcabbage reminds me of the bulfrogs whom play tubas at night.
The Mulch of summer plants in my mind images of what is yet to grow.
I love the smell of the sun, it is pure and gasious and lights the way for my soul.
I associate Juniperberries with a rollerskating girl. I took a deep whiff up through my nostrils one day while strolling throught her world. Images gallore!
Flowering trees swirl in the air . Here in spring they are everywhere. I love the smell of a woman's hair, as long as it is'nt from a factory.
And it will bring me back to christmas time just to behold a bouquet of rosemary.
I can smell the past. from far away. I can smell everything on my Television screen.
I can smell the future , and it is a dream. of what is yet to grow.
I love the smell of the sun, it is loving and insightful and lights the way for our souls.