A whiff of the termites
their shavings, the moisture;
the smell of sawdust
thick on the open wood pile.
Out in the barn,
the thin walls bare to the elements;
aged, frozen in time
under the stairs.
Heavy with memory
the smell of the sawdust;
Palpable, so real
hanging heavy in the cold air.
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edited January 21, 2016
The Smell of Sawdust – v2
February 1, 2010
The Smell of Sawdust
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