The Smell of Wet Pavement (Revised)

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,
one smudged by a kiss
of lipsticked lips
which kissed the skin
and a blood-stained bed.

I won’t remember
when the blood bled,
or what was kissed first,
the apple or the bed.

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

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