“Come slowly — Eden!” (205) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

Come slowly -- Eden!
Lips unused to Thee --
Bashful -- sip thy Jessamines --
As the fainting Bee --

Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums --
Counts his nectars --
Enters -- and is lost in Balms.

Midday Fish Market [Haiku]

a fish market,
 broken down for the day --
  yet, its scent still grows.

Miasma [Haiku]

the scent of death
assaults my nostrils: 
carcass or fungi?