A Poem on the Pavement

A Poem on the Pavement

Give me a chalk,
so that I can write my name on the pavement.
Throughout the day I would watch,
strangers walking across it,
placing their foot right after another,
as if they were walking in a slow motion.
One after another, they would leave
the image of their footprints-
forming a trail of memory.
Their sole and heel will scratch the surface.
There is even a smear where
the letter A used to be.

What can I do?

Maybe I can leave it the way it is,
so that they can see the aftermath
of what they called time.

Or

I can just create rain,
and the water will wash it all away,
and tomorrow,
I can start over again.