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blowing right out of Raquette river

a sudden gush of a wind wuthers past my neck

sweaty and salty

i ran past the Daedalus-dandelions

and the still-nascent fragrance of Potsdam-Spring

an aura of a certain smell was there that i just could not decipher

is this the smell of earth

or of the wind

or of the river

or of myself – sweat and salt

and then came the momentary rain

the rain washed my sweat and salt

sweat and salt sipped in to the earth

and to the grass

and to the river

the moment of rain is past

still i feel the blowing wind

still i smell the smell

its in river

i am the river