Smell of Age
Charleston, SC, 2008
In a small café
Wooden tables
My leg up on the wooden bench
Smell of coffee
A woman
Walks in
Smelling of age
And although she
Is gone from the space
I still smell age
I am aware
that my sense of smell
is changing as I awaken
I feel a bit like a vampire
Able to smell people, fruits, and flowers
In a whole new way
Eat raw roast beef
With horseradish
Yet another overpriced sandwich
My addiction.
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All feedback and comments are welcome. Please send to blissmeander at gmail.com