Jackie Chou

Lines 

I walk a cracked road,

where dandelions,

those fuzzy heads of hope,

sprout.

Broken beer bottles 

glisten in the sunlight,

alongside love confessions 

scribed with colorful chalk.

You have fled like a seagull,

tired of the city

where you briefly stayed.

You have left like a bus,

disappearing into the distance 

with your light.

None of the lines 

on the sidewalk 

will ever lead me to you.