Sidewalk Last Week of Summer Shower
green looping hose
tensed up tight with
heavy in the hand
rows of green pots
thirsty sun-wilted sullen
their leaves gone limp
the hand squeezing the nozzle
stream of water leaping out
backlit in a cool white-silver arch
up and over and grounding itself
in splatters and on petals and
in the smell of wet warm concrete
that twine on the sidewalk
roll off the curb
2 thoughts on “Sidewalk Last Week of Summer Shower”
This is a wonderfully evocative and sensory poem. I could absolutely envisage the scene and you conjured up that smell of something sun-baked getting wet.
I love that watery concrete smell as the water evaporates. It really is so evocative of this time of year for me. There is a different smell to the summer version.
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