The smell
of smoke from my father's Winston
in a Datsun Z
on a hot day in California
in the summer, the crinkle
of a bag of chips
with the wind ripping
through the window, a skip
through the cities between
there and home
Childhood
memories like
ashes in an ashtray
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
The smell
of smoke from my father's Winston
in a Datsun Z
on a hot day in California
in the summer, the crinkle
of a bag of chips
with the wind ripping
through the window, a skip
through the cities between
there and home
Childhood
memories like
ashes in an ashtray
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