After the Rain
the scent of rain fallen
on the asphalt rises
sharp and acrid
a black-blooded smell
lingering long after
the last drop evaporates
the runners of the
a waterfall of tough green
cascading over curbs
pouring and searching
for further soil
this sterile barrier
lies before them
with a sky reflection
distorted by oil and water
like a dream disturbed
or haunted
run down the center
of the broad street
a warning signal
trying to keep order
where none wants to remain
soon the grass will find
purchase in the small
breaks of imperfection
crawling its way across
the road: green on black
life flowing across and beyond
Pamela Olson, 5/16/09
For Read Write Poem’s prompt
#74, poetry with hyperlinks
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