Because this space was empty

I filled it.

Because I have filled it, I claim it as

mine. Because it is mine, I have

lived here, as you have walked here

and seen this- as the weight of your foot will

wear upon my words, and your path

become a ghost, soon every brick

layed, every moment lived, will be an

empty space- to be filled, and forgotten,

but belong.

Sidewalk Poem Installation, dimensions variable. clay. 1998