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Some pleasant imagery here, carefully used to evoke a tinge of sadness.

the images in this poem are beautiful and peaceful. very mellow and somewhat hypnotic.

Only chalk lines on wet pavement/

In muted colors of yellow and blue,/

Their limestone smeared and washed/

Like a children's game abandoned/

During a rainstorm/

Late on a summer afternoon./

Lets clean this up a bit - 1 of the few things I learned from Senna Jawa is the weakness of similes. It is stronger if it is, not like. But we'll lead with a simile here.

As chalk lines on wet pavement,/ (took out in)

muted colors of yellow and blue,/

Of limestone smeared and washed,/

A children's game abandoned/

Late on a summer afternoon/

Rainstorm./

Some of the words taken out, I don't think you need, but you are the authour. Just something to think about.