Smells of Love


Smells of love,
my grandfather’s smell
deeply encoded in my body memory:
Old Spice aftershave, tobacco,
the dog always at his side,
sweat from the field, beer
if Grandma wasn’t diligent.
Ancient sweater meshing years
of smells that I inhale as I
bury my face in this tattered,
but much loved holder of memories.

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