Between the rows
of stepping stones
The air is scented with
the dust of
lavender and roses
Here and there green
lift toward the light
causing imagined blights
in the choreographed corridor
These, too, scent the air
"Our Challenge: Select either of the titles
and substitute your own words in the place
of those indicated below, and write a new
poem under the title you have created."
I chose to alter "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil"