Sidewalk Chalk Love

(in a style of nightly illusions)

Silence is a deep, hollow, singing bowl;
a pervading gong pain spill
over the night page
–the very word that cannot be found,
the meaning lost on its seducing 3D path
…. …. dripping rain … …
melds all colored chalk illusionary verses,
hail turns into the raging beat drums
while washing the ruse sidewalk drawing —
city rhythm heel jumps,
fleet and escapes from
a flooded love image drowned at the bottom
of the cemented suburban driveway …
….join me on the eroded shores of empty yard lilac scent
where you are missing this kiss
and I am not here with you to carry that heavy burden
of your thirsty, but lapsing lips…..


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