June 27, 2012

Chalk by Kenyatta Jean-Paul Garcia

The chalk was betrothed to the slate
She placed her equations and explanations
                on his black skin
                but simply
                                he wiped it away

And she felt herself losing
                her ability to talk
                to her mate
                as the dust
                was proof that
                her days were
                fading away
Then with his blank stare
                and hand ready to erase
She took this as a wave good-bye
And moved to the street
                where the sweat
                                of a young girl,
                                movement of feet
                                and the rain
Could mingle with her skin
                and her thoughts.

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