The taste of the air:
metallic, rustic, therapeutic
in the sense of a future that corresponds
to the very idea of existing: simply, carefully,
as the dust settles in to give the zest, as required.
your tongue frolics inside your mouth, rushing
away from the tang of the humidity settling into
the nest of your insides, the rain sputters
into the scene, and the expansive sky
seems to find your sweet tooth.
The taste of air:
lovely, wonderful, free.