The smell of woodsmoke
On the cold wind,
Reminds me of:
The potbellied stove
In my grandfather’s store.
Reminds me of:
Atomic Fireballs
Burning the inside of my cheeks.
Reminds me of:
Waking up at 2 AM,
To feed the fire
Before it goes out.
Reminds me of:
Simpler times
That weren’t–
Really.
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