They say humans can smell petrichor
Better than sharks smell blood
That sounds about right, the way I pay attention
I can smell the rain, when my car's leaking oil
But my heartbeat materializes sometimes
From somewhere I can't locate
I figure love's an apparition, conjured from nothing
The second wind drawn from bleeding lungs
Pennies pulled from empty pockets
Feasting from scraps,
Coast to coast with an empty tank
It's an impossibility, something without a last name
Born full-bodied like a horse
Love's a fighter with that big metal belt
Never trained a day
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