The air smells like rain: That indefinable scent of a freshly Laundered Earth - Lathered, rinsed, conditioned To spin Tumbled and waiting to be dried out In the mourning sun That cries for heat And daylight beats Upon sodden strips of Earthly scum. The air smells like rain again! Refracting lamplight Through tiny prisms That condense and expand Heavy near the bottom, Not able to keep their Tear drop shape Falling singly Then forming a lake. The air smells like rain again. I don't know what to do. It reminds me of that October night. The black slickness Of Washington and The washed out Memories Of me And you And you. The air smells like rain I burn the incense in my jar. Sandalwood and mirth To disguise the Bloodied Scars.