Maria's serendipitously scented hair
noticed for the first and last time
when she offered a schoolboy a ride
on the back of her purring moped
something akin to sandalwood
but with some subtle alterations made to make
suggestions thought unsuited to an adolescent
most likely her expensive and Italian mother's
her father sold expensive and Italian cars
an older model (but in mint condition) of Maria
pushed a buggyful of toddler down
a shopping-street and that same thin voice
piped 'hello' across the years
not a trace of that scent - 'you haven't changed'
Levi Wagenmaker (1944 - ) is a retired journalist, living in the Netherlands for most of the year, and in France for some of it, with three bitches, two of whom are dogs. Enamoured life-long with language (and languages), for reasons immaterial to the act he writes poetry in English only, even if he could most likely manage it in a few other tongues. His poems have been published on line more than in print, and Google will tell the curious what, where, and when.