As a sidewalk artist I would 
draw a good-enough apple
four or five feet across,
filling the walkway, and
I add a stem and one leaf,
color the stem true brown.
The leaf, because it's art, is blue,
the fruit pale green
with a red blush on the shoulder.

Pedestrians skirt the apple.
A hairy dog dragging its leash
scratches the apple skin,
releasing into the air apple essence.
Rain takes a bite,
colors run, no more apple,
only wet chalk gracing the gutter.