You think it will never rain again
global warming has doomed us to hell on earth
then for three days the smell
of dirt unfastening its secrets
leaves lifting their dusty faces
to the wet shower—sticks like
ammonia in your nose—
telling you bark
telling you trees and shrubs and shit
there is shit everywhere
and Lazarus grass has risen green again
blueberry bushes are grateful they can bathe
you wonder what is in the air
what word is it petrichor
that makes you feel anything
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