95 “R. M. loves D. L.” written in chalk

95                       

“R. M. loves D. L.” written in chalk

for all to see who pass this way:

tiny poem on the sidewalk,

tiny crocus on an April day.

 

What is this “love” that all must tell,

though sketchily and not so well?

Chalk of joy on a slate of pain.

Lines erased in the first dark rain.