Another 3-6-9 prose poem: three verses, 69  words each not counting headings. Flickr Photo Download: Honeysuckle by wit 1. Dreaming The thermometer reads 20 degrees F. I’m huddled on the couch under blankets and quilts. The old furnace wheezes and grunts to bring the room to a balmy 59. I’m dreaming summer evenings on a winter morning. I dream the warm scents: spices, musks, summer florals. I dream the first scentI recall, that magic perfume that rose with dusk, magnified on evening mist. Afairy net to capture. 2. Deflowering Only one scent could distract me from playing hide and seek with fireflies in the darkness, pulling me toward creamy petals,…