smells a lot like dill pickles

(my apologies if I'm breaking the "no visual descriptions" rule, but I hope you'll forgive my creative freedom because it was kind of funny how it happened)

Without my eyes, I cannot see;

the colors found with-in my reality.

Without my eyes, I can still envision;

with senses beyond the visual spectrum.

Blind-folded reach, around the room,

to find something cool, out of the blue.

Feel it slide, when my hand collides,

and with a slight shift, it's in my grip.

In using sensitive fingertips and palms,

fingernails too, to produce some sounds,

I can hear the ridges, as much as feel them,

reaching the end and trying to orient it.

One side feels flat, but scratched,

and roughly square in total area;

so, I set it in one palm and felt around,

only to feel so many curves abound.

One side felt a lot busier to me,

and I dubbed it the front, assumptively;

especially since the 'back' had wings,

exactly symmetrical long-curvy trimmings.

Bringing it so close to my face it tickles,

I notice it smells a lot like dill pickles;

but then remember, I'd made dill relish,

and continued with my sensory indulgence.

Stuck my tongue out, to curiously taste it,

wondering a moment, if it had been dusted,

and found it only tasted like it's been salted;

got caught in the act, but who could be faulted?

(try explaining that one...)

Moving on, I went back to feeling the object,

and followed a long curved 'head' like a serpent,

with a ribbed underbelly and a mouth wide-open;

what the hell is this thing that I'm holding?!

A tiny, pudgy angel in a way-over-sized hooded robe,

holding some kind of bouquet at the end of one arm,

and some sort of toothless snake coming out of it's head;

oh, wait, I know what this is, it's my little lucky elephant!

- M.E.

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