Poem by Lauren Young

On Walking to My Car after Church

Nighttime in the parking lot,
The sweet aroma of nectar
Blossoms as the wet air grows darker –
Humidity heavy with the scent of
Honeysuckle bushes flourishing.

Suck the juice from the vine,
Avoid the pollinating bumblebees.
Ride your bike down the lane,
Air winding through your hair,
The taste of paradise on your tongue.