9 October 2014
the original poem included a background image
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