The Smell of Wet Pavement

The smell of wet pavement.

Reminds me of the fact
that rain wets pavement,
among other things –
a trivial detail.
Like all the theories
and codes,
studied and read,
dead in my head.

Until a moment of recognition.

Like the color red,
from apples under a tree,
stained by a kiss
of lipsticked lips which kissed
the skin of an apple
before resting on a blood-stained bed.
I won’t remember
that the bed was stained
before the rest,
and who’ll remember
what was kissed first,
the apple or the tree?

Red lingers –
like the smell of wet pavement
long after the rain.

3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. manuela warmsbach
    Apr 02, 2010 @ 10:14:06

    love this poem, especially the motif of the colour red and the allusions to the senses. great work!!!


  2. cannyuncanny
    Apr 02, 2010 @ 10:22:14

    Thank you Manuela! This one took me many hours to get right…


  3. Beta Dad
    Apr 02, 2010 @ 12:57:44

    I have really strong associations with the smell of wet pavement, so it took me a while to get that out of my head and figure out what you were on about. Your associations are a lot darker (redder) than mine. Good stuff.


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