a sweet smell can...

puppy with curled tail between legs
noisy, ruggedly clothe, playful kids
blooming girls of the wilderness
giggling; come to see the lovely dress

innocent fingers touch the fine silk
smelling it thinking it's dried milk
medicine woman raises her voice; curses
to soothe her anger i give her a purse

whispering sweeps the tribal land
everybody so scared to lay a hand
but when i produce a bottle of perfume
everybody, pushing each other to try it on

...hey don't drink that...that's the
tears of wild flowers