Geosmin is never so earthy,
So musty while barely wet, as in
The desert after a rare spring rain.
It’s not that the beautiful is rare.
It seems more the case that you are tuned
To the rare, to find it beautiful.
In wet forests, sunlight in the crowns
Of sapphire tiaras, summer noons,
In these deserts, the smell of damp earth.
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