OD-ing on Confederate Jasmine

Down here in the Lowcountry of South Carolina,
I’m suffering the odiferous overload
of Confederate Jasmine in full bloom mode.

It’s smells like a perfume that Edgar Alan Poe
might pour all over his Lost Lenore,
way too sentimentally sweet this scent

of lost causes thankfully lost,
an overpowering aroma that
makes the sweetest, sweet tea seem tart.