aroma of a man

a smell,

not an odor

but an aroma

drifted across

my

nose

it was the

aroma

of a man

not of him

but

who he was

an aroma

of

what he did

it followed him

and

crowned his soul

it was strange to some

but

heaven to me

I loved that aroma

more

than just an aroma

it was the

aroma

of a man

it was the

aroma

of burning metal

it was the

aroma

of my dad.

                                       gsbatty