The bigger picture

Chalk drawn on the pavement
Mask of filthy coverage
Vibrant and alive
Till the wicked reaper of rain
Takes its life
Casts away its image
To the drain of smutty
sidewalks

Strut stilettos
insolently over its grave
Umbrella in hand
To protect the wild
animal on your head
You whittled moments away for
nurturing

Puddles cling to your ankles
Carry fragments of the deceased
So naively unaware,
of the colour drained
By reaper rain

Head held high a display
Of a perfectly painted face
Ignorant of the bitter loss
That runs beneath
Polished feet



The image of beauty is
So insignificant to the rest of the city
As you are to the world fine woman
Too fragile to be land marked
When washed away by reaper rain
The only knowledge occurs
To the pavements you were placed on....