I should write this on the sidewalks
Just keep writing this and this and that
Until the words grow strong and fat
and I can put them on the roads
Just up beside the mailbox, by the bins
where all the leaves and takeout wrappers
stumble in their edgelands, I'll scrape there
spread the words where when the winds
come, all of them are smothered so I move
into the center, cars will honk and swerve
And I, committed to my work, endure unmoved
Carving with my chalk a line of useless words
Maybe I'll be arrested for obstructing cars
More likely, I'll run out of light when sun sets into stars.
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