Sunlight

Nothing beats the fragrance

of a towel dried in open air.

Its hardened cotton embeds

a summer's day which 

absorbs and rasps the wet face 

it buries, touching on what 

is laid bare as an olfactory

imprint of a family trip to the

the beach - when your mother

was young, your father wore

corduroy jeans and textile 

smelled of Sunlight soap.