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[joondawg]

There is the sound
of an ocean slowly
                          very slowly

being born.

And in the air,
fresh again,

a rosemary smell--
lemon eucalyptus smell

astringent sting of tea

the green smell of grass
black smell of soil

the scent
of pencil shavings
muddy asphalt and
                             metal slides

and kindergarten--

we sit impatiently
on the old brown carpet

like rubber balls
in neat little rows

waiting for the rain to pass.

~ 25 de septiembre