Poetry

this is for you

I have something
to share with you.
Did you ever listen
to the words
of
the dirty-clean smell
on an
about to be
rainyday?
on that day,
I open the window because
the wind is trying to tell me
(it’s going to rain any minute
it’s got to rain any second)
the cool wind is strained,
sifted,
through the screen.
screened wind,
any minute
any second
it’s going to rain.
the cool wind is laden,
brimfilled with moisture
because any time now it’s going to rain.
the cool wind, which dampens my thoughts,
smells all clean and clean and
the screen, like all dirty screens,
smells all fusty dusty.
the dirty-clean smell.
and,
I want to share this with you,
it says:
happysad.

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