A (The Bottle from Capri)

By Andrew R. Duckworth

It’s weird how a scent
Can transport you to places
You’ve never even been before,
Like above the clouds unaided,
No wings, just floating,
Sun rays blazing but not blistering,
Warm, and quiet,
Peace, sweet peace.
I picked up that little bottle
From Capri.
That seems like
A completely different time,
A completely different life.
But I carried it back home.
I still have that little bottle,
Somewhere among the bottles
From the states.