Chalkboard

Everyday, the eraser wipes the chalky words into crazed positions, cleaning some of it but a few stragglers remain. day by day, words and pictures are drawn on and at 11:59 p.m they are erased, and more and more sticks of chalk are collected; some with different colors and other with different shapes and textures. December 31, 11:59 pm. the board is wiped down with a wet wash cloth. the chalk board stays a chic black for moments before it dries, but when it does it goes back to the color it always was; a chalky greyish black. the dirty washcloth was cleaned in the sink where are the remnants inundated the murky water and down the drain into the sewage system and into some remote body of water. the washcloth was put into the water bucket in the mudroom. the chalkboard goes on with its life.