I have cleaned the old chalk
That held so much weight
Regained what I had lost
Back to a clean slate
There’s someone out there
Chalk in hand
Scribble things unknown
And augment my time
You are rare
Through forested travels
You are rare
Waiting to be unraveled
You are rare
Something in the distance
You are rare
Leary of persistence
Sweet warmth and deep confusion
Resonate within your name
Waiting and slipping
Further behind my regiment
Step forward again
To what end