third poem today

chalk

always makes

always smudges

always paints

in order to make make make make

one destroys its own craft

as it is as is

raw

undeniable

hurtful

realistic

as is

it is raining

the chalk smudges

and as chalk in itself

is nothing more than its craft

what it produces

is no more than itself

an extension of oneself

easily smudged by rain

easily removed by rain