Petrichor

The call came into my blood
through a darkening on a hot morning

rumble of traffic cleared like a party
when everyone stops talking

that first deep cough came a long way
that glint could have been sun on chrome

a feeling like getting sleepy after breakfast
tightness in your eyes encouraging a nap

until I realize there’s weight gathering
a hammer pulled back above the city’s shoulders

out on the stone patio the ancient scent
that drew cro magnons from caves

risking the anger of the clouds to smell
that feast more primal than roasting meat

the aerosol action continues rising
with the cool splashes at my ankles

puzzles erupt everywhere
first as Rohrschach associations

non-symmetrical blotches depicting
the unquenchable cravings of my psyche

next an exciting puzzle as thousands
of fingers stab to anoint the dryness of stone

here comes the wind and with it lightning
in the horizontal and I’m sorry to have no vista

no Serengeti to look out upon to watch
the game scatter while jagged gods dance

then the enigmatic rain turns into rain in earnest
and the wind whisks diesel over from the freeway

my shared ancestory slips back to shadow
as modern problems encroach like keeping my shoes dry

figuring out where to buy my lunch and putting
a name to the scent that drew me outdoors

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Aloke
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Excellent imagery.Metaphors manipulated with dexterous hand to open wide vista of dream and reality. Kudos !

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