tabula rasa (before doggiedoo bags)

guess I’m just chalk on pavement

streaks of meaning

intended for you

 

and you’re chalk on pavement

spread eagled like me

waiting for rain

 

my life’s work

pavement turds

air dried

 

gift wrapped fedexed to other shores

 

yeah, said pavement bituminous

fractionated from crude

laid down, fixed, exposed to footfall, turdfall, cycle tyres, hot days

 

children’s chalk

then a moist cold front and after the rain

everything’s clean, sun comes out

 

mist rises