'Chalk it Up'

February 05, 2008|By E.L. SYVERSON

Sidewalks transformed into canvases
with all matter of chalk, water and dirt.
Entire childhoods washed away
with the falling of rain
or a finger pushed into the end of the garden hose.
(There's God's second-favorite illusion -- a rainbow in the spray -- there and gone in a second.)
My memories are all of suns rising and falling.
That orange glow dropping behind the townhouses,
leaving us with a purple sky over our heads.
I miss you, she says.
You too? I laugh. I miss myself dreadfully.
It's weird not knowing where I got away to.
I'm probably hiding back in Discovery,
where all roads leading to my past
meet at your doorstep.

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