The old smells

Do you see all the crusty old men
Looking treasure holes for smell?

You see they are old and/or dead
And your night comes upon them.

There are Plato caves in the night
And men’s shadows on their walls

You watch the serendipitous holes
Till they are  left smell in the cave.

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