Gasoline’s Smell is Beautiful
When asked what smell they like, most people name
sweet flowers’ fragrance or aroma of
fresh baking bread, but one smell has no fame,
yet it is one I personally love.
I still remember all so long ago
when gas stations emitted quite a scent.
I know not why today this isn’t so;
one day away the gas station’s scent went.
My dad would stop to fill our car with gas.
I’d roll my window down to breathe it in.
Deeply I’d inhale it. Sniff, sniff! Alas,
the car got filled up fast to my chagrin.
It even beats paint, glue and vaseline.
How beautiful the smell of gasoline!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2025
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