Smell Like!

you said:
old men smell like nuts,
and greying tree limbs...
wet ashes after the rain...

you smell like
the book on the shelf,
that goes unnoticed,
and needs to be read!

and we probably smell like
the broken glass, the limbs
on the car, the rain drenched seat...
and love stains aged

from under the wheel,
in the gravel drive
of an old abandoned house!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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