top of page
Writer's pictureShannon Barter

BIG BUCKET OF SIDEWALK CHALK

Updated: Feb 18

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

3 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

LIGHT THE FIRE ANYWAY

I want to sit at a table with you Eating toast and jam Sun cracking through the veil of fireplace smoke

REGRETS

Shards of what could have been Land on the capsule of what is And sting as they pluck at the eyebrows of the soul

THE KNOWING

Are we floating or scuffling? Shuffling or floating? Wanting to feel a form in the darkness And terrified of feeling something

Comments


Commenting has been turned off.
bottom of page