Sidewalk Art

My heel caught the edge of a blue stick,

left to soften in the humidity of the park.

It didn't snap, it just gave way,

a dry crumble that felt like bone meal.

Now there is a blue smudge on my leather sole,

a gritty residue that won't shake off.

It’s a child’s color, frantic and bright,

turned to dust against the gray commute,

sticking to me like a debt I forgot I owed.