Bill MacEachern

That Smell






That Smell

That smell you know
But can not place
It’s from your youth
A certain space

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

That smell you know
Brings you back
Crawling and exploring
But not the attic

Ahhh, now you know
A memory with a torch
That smell you remember
Playing under the porch

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