That Smell
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 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
Copyright © Bill Maceachern | Year Posted 2023
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