Flagging
grounds
soiling
earth
made
one’s mark
spray-painted
x
below
the traffic
above
the trolls
drip-dried
fade
away
until—
a
braver soul
blackens
space,
creates
their own
or
a
weaker soul
feels
disgraced
spends
an afternoon
or
an hour—
replenishing
their own strength
by
erasing all
the
lines I once drew
