Making Day Wear Perfume

Gather up your favourite scents in bottles with pipettes

Don't forget the coffee beans to please the pause between sniffs

Freeing each note to ripen in your nose

Let each puff propel you to that forest

where leaves and seeds pop beneath wellied feet

And fir cones fill the powdery nappy bags

Your aunty happens to have in her pocket

Until you need that day dabbed on your wrists

To feel fine