Damp Fur After Rain

The sky broke open,

then just as fast, closed down.

Stepped out, air heavy,

and a dog shook near the town

fountain. A Golden, big and gold,

and then that scent, so old,

so thick with earth and wetness,

a sudden, strange sweetness.

It hit me, how that smell

could take me back, and tell

a story of a yard, of grass,

of muddy paws and time that pass-

ed like summer,

easy, and a soft hummer

of a dog, always there,

without a worry or a care.

Now it's just a memory,

a passing whiff, suddenly

clear, then gone.

Like a comfort I can't quite hold on

to, in this asphalt city,

a small, damp, fleeting pity.