Dan Reynolds

Gold Star - 5,240 Points (Justiceville)

The Not So Royal Mint. - Poem by Dan Reynolds

I never liked the smell of mint
when I was only four.
That bush by the back door
burst through the railings each year

The path was wide enough
when I think back
But not then.

I would hug the wall on tippytoes
arching my back like a concave mirror,
dreading the lightest brush with death
which would follow that dreaded scent.

One day, after a downpour, the damp-
ness amplified this poisonous perfume.
The summer sun seemed focused
on that path, the roots, those leaves.

I caught the whiff which burned the hairs
that lined my fragile throat.

So to all you culinary celebrities
using mint in that'n this.
I urge you, to forget it, please,
It reminds me of warm cat piss.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, November 18, 2011

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