raindrops

Rainy Night

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. 

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