Smells I Knew

High school soccer practice,

runs on cut grass, run up

the thirteen steps to my bedroom,

today drenched in lemon– a Pledge

-top-coat-finish  from mom’s all-day cleaning,

unpacking my sweat-tossed jersey

from last week’s game now washed

and folded, her standing over sweet stew

she greets on the stove, steam following me

to my room on the second floor,

to my middle school Unsung Hero

trophy that has a strange feel to it,

a nice ring to it, until my nose finds

the bed’s freshly pressed sheets, smelling

of Downey and just a hint of mom.

 March 4, 2014
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