Chalk hearts and the old woman

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
One I revised from the Palewriter page.

Submitted: November 30, 2011

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The old woman's words
were clamorous, strangled,
like spinning spokes
bent or broken. 
She was a flesh and blood component
of dirty city sidewalks
existing among soft, sad glances,
subway steam,
and silver cart vendors.
a senescent world of squalid grey
Inoculated against hope.
~~~
Her past unexplained, unknown,
so my imagination offered scenarios:
a vibrant young girl 
Living in brownstones
Dashing through cold summer rains
to the warmth of a loving home
Guaranteed...and dry.
~~~
Or a summer house on the hill
with picnic benches, swings, 
and plush green grass
soft enough for the wildest dreamers.
~~~
Conceivably, somewhere,
black and white pictures exist
of her posing in pigtails, white dress 
with lace shoes 
and a happy smile...
~~~
a smile that withdrew long ago,
remaining dormant, 
In tarnished frames.
~~~
And what of a sweetheart
a midnight savior 
under moonlit skies,
worthy enough for
notation on fresh white pages
of a diary, in quick delighted scribbles
intimate and detailed.
~~~
Or, has it been a lifetime
of sickness and unrest,
seeing a world created
through the eyes of decievement.
~~~
It all remains unknown
just possibilities twirling
inside my curious brain 
whose enrollment in life
allows no quick answers.
~~~
In hunger, I bought food,
I ate only half...
I gave her the other,
three separate times,
and soon, she knew me. 
~~~
"God bless you my new friend." 
~~~
Our following meeting
left us separated
by a black zippered body bag
being slid into a coroners van.
~~~
Days later, 
while passing by that same spot,
I noticed the words 
crudely drawn in chalk:
--"my new friend,"
accompanied by a stick drawing
of two people holding hands.
~~~
Moments before the rains,
those cold summer rains,
began to wash it all away
~~~
the unknown woman, I thought...
now dry, in the warmth of a loving home
Guaranteed...and dry.
 


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