teem

october 

here,

is different

life and renewal 

rain, yes

but not the slow, slicing 

rain that turns to 

crisp mornings

no 

it is unforgiving 

punishing rain

giving birth 

to lush green 

mornings 

sunbaked 

afternoons

and 

the godlike rage 

of the tropics 

in the evening 

air so thick 

smog clears 

breath catches 

heavy chest 

sweat runs 

tempers flare

eyes close

now 

sitting water 

stench 

rotting corpse 

washed unclean 

the water 

it eats our feet

abandoned 

outside of 

the silver city 

brushed clean 

by those 

going home 

to lofted 

belongings 

above the flood 

and i

in suburban bliss

inconvenienced

at worst

predicted 

thunderstorms 

tonight.