Chalk Stars on the Sidewalk

A little hand leaves galaxies in white

My crack gray concrete turning day to night

Three point stars and crooked moons in chalk

Sidewalk turns to sky every time I walk

Shoes scuffed past like they got somewhere to be

But I′m out here drawing what the world can't see

Little lines glowing under a partner′s sun

Building constellations one by one

Traffic hums low like a distant bass line

Kids on the corner catching half my design

I draw a path where the rain

Bright little map in the borough glow

If the wind blows hard, I'll start again

Colour in the cracks and pretend

That every rough block, every tattered street

Can hold a universe beneath my feet

Chalk stars fade

But the wish stays lit

In a small clean hit

The whole sky fits

Clawing her to me, the wish to baseline

Kids on the corner catching half my design

A dark path where the rain can't go

Bright little map in the burrow glow

If the wind blows hard, I'll start again

Color in the cracks and pretend

That every rough block, every tower streak

Can hold a universe beneath my feet

Dark stars fade, but the wish stays lit

In a small gleam hand the whole sky fit