The faded, cobweb covered, Tub of sidewalk chalk
On the top shelf, In the garage
Behind the old bike lock, With no key
Above the cabinet of random shit
We will never use, Or need again
Caught my eye this morning
Between Sunday mundane tasks, A flash of sunny days
Hopscotch
Foursquare
Oversized signature scrolls
All washed away, Melting into the gutter
A pink and blue lavender swirl
And we see the moment
Where we will use a thing, For the very last time
Ever
And in that time, and very moment
We do not notice the finality
Just another item obliviously slipped
Onto a shelf
Never to be used
Again
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