Music and Lemonade

A Poem by Darryl Wawa

30:

Shopping malls and escalators

During my younger trips

from Haiti to Miami

my first pleasure

was always the fresh smell

on the escalators and elevators

at the airport, the malls

It was a sweet and salty smell

of food and something clean

Elevators were like magic to me

a sign that some faraway engine

was pushing towards something beautiful

That smell always said

‘here you are.’ Then my eyes would behold

the stores and the clothes and games

and the ground beef, retail cologne smell of malls

or the popcorn smell of theatres

would envelope my nose

and make think of escalators

and food and movies

things that were harder to get

back home

Everybody looked so happy shopping

maybe because there was always something

to eat around, and you couldn’t yet

shop from home, the bustle

of having to go somewhere

zesting the air

It was the abundance that enchanted me

before I saw through it

like those things could never rot

all that food, all those games, all those movies

like there was always something new

on the horizon, some fun or romance

something beautifully unpredictable

but predictable because it would be good

because the feeling promised

it would be good

Oh that wistful smell of possibility… 


DARRYL WAWA:  IS A A PORT-AU-PRINCE BORN HAITIAN-AMERICAN WHO STUDIED PHOTOGRAPHY AND CREATIVE WRITING. HE ENJOYS CHOCOLATE AND GOOD BOOKS. HE LOVES TO WORK WITH IMAGES AND WORDS AND THEIR PAIRING.
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