City Smells

My city,

my home.

I close my eyes

taking my time

to breath you in.

Standing

over pungent hot tar

mixed with delicious coconut,

sisters sunning themselves,

baking like macroons in the sweltering heat.

Savoring

barbecue tangy and pleasing

as the mesquite smell

is carried by the breeze

finding it's way through my window.

Loitering

next to the bakery,

the smell of cinnamon rises.

I press my nose to the window

and devour them with my eyes.

Lingering

by the giant fountian

metallic and earthy smelling,

tossing in my pennies,

watching as my wishes sink to the bottom.

Strolling

near the river

it's perfume reeks of fish.

dipping my toes in the water,

happily I skip my stone's along the surface.

Waiting

to cross the street

cars honking, hurrying past

the fumes are so strong,

I cough as they find their way to my lungs.

Laying

cozy in my warm bed

my eye's laden with sleep

I reminisce with my nose,

about my life in the city.