Foliage has settled on this backdrop.
This once boundless dog now moves in a crawl.
The chalk once etched so into this blacktop
Has now washed away in sudden rainfall.
My saying it now matters quite little
Because the inkwell has been long dried out,
Any protests therefore I’d belittle –
No picture, no word, no invested shout.
I’m a hitchhiker with finger imploring
Seeking new destinations for exploring.