He smells like books, and like what books used to be.
first penned June 18, 2000
He smells like trees, a dense deciduous forest
Just after it's rained:
Fresh and like spring and open and free.
He smells like how air is supposed to smell
To the unpolluted ancient noses,
Of men who do not read history but effect it.
© 2000 Rain Pierson
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