The Sweetest Smells by Ruth Z. Deming

Flowers, certainly.
Lilacs afloat in my backyard
Red tulips with their big heads
and yellow snouts
Worms stranded on the driveway
after a rain.

My boyfriend’s body as we
snuggle on the white wicker couch
on the back porch.

The deep beer-like aroma
of my urine, or perhaps
of a fine Belgian pilsner
six years out now

from my kidney transplant
urine golden as the sun
and best done outdoors
under the kindness
of the stars.

ruth deming

Ruth Z. Deming has had her poetry published in lit mags including Literary Yard, River Poets, Blue Bonnet Review and JonahMagazine. She lives in Willow Grove, a suburb of Pennsylvania in the US of A.



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