Tread Softly

I drew my dreams on the cold city’s pavements. I sketched a few tears....some grief with coloured chalks I displayed my love & in a shaky hand declared: All My Own Work! I sat with my hat open to all weathers & the stares of people who passed by. You passed by & paused...for a minute. “Hmm...childlike! ” You threw me a coin (both heads & tails flashing in sunshine) It hit the brim of the hat and rolled agonisedly slowly into the gutter dropped through the grill choked with leaves & rubbish. Your footsteps evaporated (in the city’s traffic) . And the rain came and the rains came ...washing it all away.