17. Goodbye

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.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written March 2009.

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