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Dec 2023
That Smell

That smell I know
But can not place
Is from my youth
A certain space

That smell I know
Is  so familiar
Musty and cold
Like an old root cellar

That smell I know
Brings me right back
Crawling, exploring
But not an attic

Now my nose knows
Like incense in church
That smell I remember
Playing under the porch

Bill MacEachern 2018
Bill MacEachern
Written by
Bill MacEachern  64/M/Boston
(64/M/Boston)   
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