Graffiti

Where did the words come from? I know

whoever is responsible meant for something more,

but now the words have lost all meaning. If

only the rain could wash them away, like waves

erasing lines drawn in the sand, lines drawn

by a child, with some vivid scheme in her head. The child

grows up eventually. The waves swallow her 

imagination. The words remain on these walls, protected 

from weather. Where did the words come from? 

The answer has been swallowed by the sea. 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

I like the notion of loss of a great thing to an even grater force of nature.