Smells like Rain

A day for coats
and scarves
and frogs
and worms.

A day for swinging on swings
if you have someone to swing with,
laying in bed if you have someone
to lay in bed with.

A day for huddling beneath awnings,
smoking cigarettes with strangers,
watching rain tumble and spill
down rooftops like music.

There is a buzz blowing in the wind
like there is a parade today
but there is no parade.

A buzz like you get in your head
when you get excited about something
then forget what it was a moment later.

A buzz like the sky is humming,
tapping it’s foot.

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