Drawn in chalk,
a faded tale,
Near a bench where trains derail,
A child wrote, maybe he passed here,
A looping script, unsure,
sincere,
No one saw the silent leaf,
Just the curve where colors leap,
Guessing where the shadow went,
By tracks in dust and accident,
The message board has four new notes,
All written in uneven quotes,
Orange stripe, walked this way,
He paused beside the stairs today,
No one saw the silent leaf,
Just the curve where colors leap,
Guessing where the shadow went,
By tracks in dust and accident,
Not all trails are meant to end,
A bag of snacks,
left near the fence,
A bell unclaimed, no present tense,
But still the chalk survives the rain,
A gesture soft, but not in vain,
No one saw the silent man,
Just the curve where colors leap,
Guessing where the shadow went,
By tracks in dust and accident,
By tracks in dust and
accident,
By tracks in dust and accident,
By
tracks in dust and accident,