Thursday, April 25, 2019

Poetry Project, V. 10.0, Day 21

While we're on the subject of smell......


it rained today,
but it wasn't just water,
it smelled of an older storm,
bringing the memory of something else with it,
the water from another place,
the wind from another time.
both are old when they get to me here,
they have seen so much already,
more than i can hope to understand,
reminding me of how small i am, and just how large the world can be.


Thanks for reading,

Me

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