“Methos Smells Like”
A poem... a single stanza... short and sweet
“Methos Smells Like”
He smells like books, and like what books used to be.
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 affect it.
first penned June 18, 2000