Thursday, January 26, 2012

Small stone: January 26, 2012


Feeling unconnected and unobservant.
Walking past the cabinetmaker’s shop,
a primal scent: freshly cut oak.
I am suddenly present,
yet deeply in the past.
My Dad cutting wood.
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  1. BarbJanuary 29, 2012 at 3:49 PM

    Funny how those triggers happen. Scent is sometimes a direct pathway to the past.

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