Little Bit of History
By Jenn Weinshenker
I stepped into an antique store today and
Filled my lungs.
Intoxicated by the aroma
that old smell
that old mothball smell,
that aired out,
filled every fiber and every crease.
For an instant I was there.
I pushed back the old suits and dresses and robes
and stumbled over the well-worn leather heals and loafers
and explored the recesses of Grandmas closet
and fell back into another time.