Compost Aroma Almost Poem

"Stinky" was a joke.

"Interesting aromatic" was an elder leaning into manure ... and finding a study. The collapse into a short body isn't just funny ... it's fertile. Small enough to carry home in your arms.

"Aromatic" and your nose goes somewhere before your mind does. "Interesting" and the elder is already on her knees in the catastrophe with her reading glasses on.

Everyone faced the volatile organic compounds directly. The ones in it and the ones watching from across the yard. Same wind.

That's the posture sitting with us on what crumbled. Not buried under it.

Describe the rubble and ...

Holy cow!

It reached us. The pile is gone now except for the aroma.

Compost can be anywhere. Gardens. Government. The kitchen where somebody finally said what everybody already smelled. The meeting where the whole room knew and nobody opened a window.