Petrichorus Lines

Before you depart,
search your whole life for the scent
we wore to each park;
the incensed cloud of torment
torrential tears sparked.
How its grey stoned the pavement
subtly, how its heart
bled storms as we walked, intent
on traversing th’entire lot.
Surveyors patient,
unfraught; silence bound and marked
borders for our thoughts.
Petrichorus lines—stone darts
dancing dissonant
dives across our minds—bombard
our eyes’ glass housing
like memories black’ning art—
bruising the present—
whenever the deed we thought
we buried, wasn’t.