reunion

windows are wide open
and i can hear
the dull roar of the ocean
falling from the sky
-illions of separated drops
scrambling to reunite
in the innumerable dips
and valleys and potholes
of my inner-city neighborhood

residue

can’t even tell it happened
yesterday until you
notice how everything is
cleaner shinier the plants
even are a little greener
and you turn just so and
catch the smell of damp
earth and pavement still
lingering in the chill night air