Sand makes stone,
Makes concrete, makes
Glass, makes a world,
An anthill, short &
Intense with
Homeless buildings,
Simple & rough
Hundreds within
Without. City left with
nothing but elephant colors,
Wet as dog, sweet as asphalt
Warm as tummy rumbles,
Yellow as a laugh. Umami
As the end of a really
Good day. Dark as the gospel
of rain on concrete.