It was an ancient house,
built in the late nineties
and constantly repaired
and restored since then.
There was nothing
but the look of money
wastefully squandered here--
a smell of money
even in the flower beds
where roses smelled like
sweaty fifty-cent pieces
instead of roses, and
the jasmine had the scent of
a disinfectant used in banks.
Harry Whittington
Hell Can Wait
1960
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