Chalks
These coloured chalks
Fell into my lap
Fruit from a swaying bag
On a passer by.
So I use them.
To plead and swear
upon the slabs
That you wear and tear upon
and smooth out with your feet.
'Look at me!', I write
'I am beneath you, like the pool
from a leaky radiator,
like the roots beneath the trees.'
My knees don't feel
the cold housed in the concrete
I gave up on heat.
Your street
Is a barren whore to me
Anyway.
I seek to plant nothing
But words.
And if the rain
washes them away
If no-one sees what I say
The chalk dust
At least
will brighten the dirt
trapped by my fingernails.
niiiice.
ReplyDeleteyou've made me remember all those chalk designs we made, up and down the sidewalk for blocks.
Nice one Uiscebot
ReplyDeletePlead swear wear tear, plant the words.
I liked this very much. I like the way I can't quite touch it.
ReplyDelete*leans back in chair and ponders.... slowly smiles.... :-)
ReplyDeleteLike chalk brightening the dirt under nails, lovely... if only those poor kids had a chalk holder, deprived they were...
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