W. Doug Bolden
"Chalk Somewhere"
A few years ago, one of the most powerful connections between the transitive nature of things and the seeming vitality at present was to think of things in terms of chalk drawings that were bright and vital but would fade away. There was also an ironic mocking going on, in that chalk is a product of elementary school, but I used to describe college activities, even those activities like (in retrospect) thinking that you are falling love.
Lines crisscoss the moments laid bare,
Bright red and yellow
:subtle sign colors of DANGER and CAUTION.
If we were to heed them,
We would not be what we are...
A simple equation written real hard
Etched in chalk
Somewhere.
This is the magic moment.
This is the real.
This is the everything that is
Anything;
Our lips stand posed.
We wait.
We breathe each others breath.
What secrets whisper
In the casual moments
Before we taste?
Grey and brown decorate
The hidden view.
Celebrate the hidden truth
With sparkles half glimpsed awake.
The underneath,
It sleeps real good
Deep inside our hearts.
This equation is etched real hard;
Written in chalk
Somewhere.
This poem written by W. Doug Bolden.
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