BIG BUCKET OF SIDEWALK CHALK

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