Today's poem is by Natasha Sajé
mitti attar
the scent of first rain on stone
geosmin or petrichorcan be taken from ground near
a lake in Kannauj India after a monsooncan be bottled and sold
dabbed behind one's earswe're wired to detect it
in minuscule quantitiesthis odor we once needed
to find food in times of droughtnow we drive to the market
buy Chilean apples in Junelamb from Australia
we orderand the next day Mongolian cashmere
is delivered in a plastic envelope by truckstill the smell of rain on dry earth
asks me if I could be every dropthat hits black earth or red rock
even construction debristhe smell asks me
what I amnot what I want
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from Sou'wester
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