Racemes to race after


Oh, Mr. Black Locust some may call you invasive, but I love your for your fragrance.  I was in the zone on my run – staring blankly at never-ending asphalt and then…I smelled you.  I didn’t see you, but inhaled your awesomeness.  Stopped  to find you and thanked God for creating you just the way you are – Mr. Black Locust.