Sidewalk chatter
open curtains
honest hands
sanskrit stories
of wishing wells
falling stars and
fire escapes on
summer nights when
breezes are absent
and the city heats
while weak fans
labor under blankets
of humidity
making summer sweat
into frustration rain
washing off
sidewalk chalk
that dusty carpet
from innocent hands
creating still
colored life
onto a
cement canvas
expressing beauty
in a city of gray.