It smells
Musty, fusty,
damp,
deep brown.
It smells of moisture and soil
Copper gold and spring green.
It smells of a stability now unravelling
In the skies, in your home and mine.
It is winter rain, almost on time.
It smells of Tunisia in Cairo
Cairo in Yemen
Till like disobedient children
defying direction, it rises
And we ask, what does it smell of?
Musty, fusty,
damp,
deep brown.
It smells of moisture and soil
Copper gold and spring green.
It smells of a stability now unravelling
In the skies, in your home and mine.
It is winter rain, almost on time.
It smells of Tunisia in Cairo
Cairo in Yemen
Till like disobedient children
defying direction, it rises
And we ask, what does it smell of?
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