the change of chalk

Blur like lines on the driveway in chalk

Rain comes and rain pours

The once hued driveway back to boring black

Dissipating from waves of colorless liquid

Lost art

Stolen from you by someone greater

Take up that chalk again I beg

Become the Picasso of the sidewalk

Producing paintings of grandeur

Because even when the rain comes

And it will

Temporary is better than nothing at all