in the after-storm tapir grey
horns sing the song of impatience
and streets smell of overripe mangos and sweet gasoline
radios crackle and lights fizz out like harmonizing fireworks
what is rain but an opportunity for the music
of una ciudad de calidez
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Love “tapir grey” and “sweet gasoline”
I enjoy your sensory details.