Rain and flowers

There was

a rainstorm, and
now the air smells
refreshing like sea salt and lakeshore waves

That was it,
a rainstorm.

Gray clouds covered the sky
a waterfall surged through gates of heaven
and washed

street lights
corner of a brick rooftop
and watered my garden

After rain
came sapphire
and my flowers grew

tall.

Home Island Dew

I.

Purple night
and
chit chat crickets
one cycler in fog
home island dew
and rain
humidity on tip of a longing
tongue
signature dish- to fill the most
wondrous wandering stomach
the most
hungry soul
craving for mini, mini
drizzling drips
and feel-
explosions, quakes, droughts and rain
impressions inked on both purple sleeves and purple feet
like a painter-
and a purple night is painted
into
pink.

II.

Pink
is overcome by cars
screech scratch tumbling trouble
clucking click clicks
get out, I am writing a poem here.

III.

Better, however-
chit chat crickets
overcome hustling buster exhaust
Smiles
radiance in haze
wispy gentle breeze
nearly unnoticeable, faint, yet
whimsical to my striding hairs
and storm in my brain is
watered down
into a moon shine pond.

IV.

Buzz, buzz, buzz
Damn- It’s buzzing
This is why
phones are meant to be left behind.

V.

Nevertheless
my purple’s been coutoure-d, spun
to pink
Sky is draping a sensual neckline
sewed from jaggedy zig zag
into fabric
overflowing, foaming
color and glory
designs borrowed from nature
imprinted on industry
so to carry earth, wind, fire and water
everyday with me

VI.

And the night is still young
too early to commit, too late to
play a fool out of love
but perfect batter and temperature
for one perfect
rise
Bubbling bobba bubbles
heated particles of yeast
rise
to discover the next
sunrise-
Who am I?

Mouth
dripping drools of lust
teeth
chit chat chews and trivia
or
palate
where
sense florets-
smiling swirls of purple
whirled
pooled
into pink
home island dew.