There is no place in the world that smells this way when storm clouds roll forward fighting a winding clock watched day of 100 degree heat,rain falls hard on baked concrete and blacktop
releasing all the footsteps and complaints into the air
baptism and sun possesed exorcism rising through all the cracks
I have chased it in other cities
the smell of an old love that drifts innocently into the back of the brain with a smile
it’s only in this city
that they do not charge you when ordering another drink
just waiting for it all to pass

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