When to Run

The smell of me
is distant from fumes of

mistrust. And boot stomping
an attempt to
restrict good intentions.

During cautious times
I have the scent of fearfulness

and in flavourable times a
camouflage of caring.

My fragrance is trust---joy
with knowledge

administered by friendly
faces. In spite of the cajoling
and bullying from those

outside the magnet of life;
a scent of my being can never
be diminished.

© Richard L. Provencher