Day 7: Scent of Rust

Surreal Photography by Caracas Ionut

The scent of ripeness

Is the scent of rust;

A complete life clefts

In a mote of dust.

That’s how we begin,

And how we go on.

When ripeness kicks in

Its cousin rust comes;

The taste of sourness

Hides in the sweetness.

Life is light and dark.

Fate is good and bad.

Opposites collaborate

In a field of grain

Making it all blend.

Ripeness points to the end

And makes way for rust.

And rust confounds us all.

Akpan