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making a simple change

by Colleen Sperry

The sky blushes
as evening breezes off the St. John’s River
through Memorial Park.

A young man
chooses blue from his
bucket of chalk
and writes a poem
on the busy sidewalk

His heart
as his signature.

He gathers his bucket sullenly
without a word left

An old man stumbles by
as the sky charcoals
reads the poem
wrinkles ripple across his forehead
as his eyebrows pull down
He bends to offer
an unsolicited edit 
rubs one word with
his bare hand

Many pass 
and read this poem
smiles slowly broaden
and eyes chuckle 
as the sky turns black


Posted on 09/12/2014
Copyright © 2022 Colleen Sperry

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/13/14 at 03:48 AM

Ha! Very fun to read and imagine what the word might have been. I really like the sky's personality in this, that very important word "sullenly", and the "wrinkles that ripple across his forehead." Thanks for this!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/13/14 at 06:43 PM

Interesting. I too wonder what the word was. Thus the risks when one leaves his heart open to the elements and others...without copyright notice! ;)

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