Ode to The Smell

There is a smell,
I can not find.

Upon opening the front door,
the smell reaches my nose.
It is a smell unlike any other.

The run down of offending odors
I know
flow through my brain.

Wet Diaper
Messy Diaper
Smelly Sock
Dirty Feet
Un-flushed Toilet
Days Old Wet Clothes in Washer
Unwashed Children
Unwashed Dog
Over Flowing Garbage
Burnt Toast
Sweaty Softball Player

None match the smell that assaults me.

There is a smell
I cannot find.

Finally,
a week passes,
the smell passes.

A month later...

...a moldy slice of an unidentifiable fruit,
stuck under the couch,
by my son.


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