Sidewalk Last Week of Summer Shower
green looping hose
tensed up tight with
unspent water
heavy in the hand
rows of green pots
thirsty sun-wilted sullen
chrysanthemums
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
rivulets
that twine on the sidewalk
roll off the curb
9/26/19
9/30/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
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.