Oh, the marvelous beat of skipping feet


Won’t you hopscotch walk with me? We
have a moon to catch, and she is waiting

for us to 1-2-3 our fumbled feet right up
into her gold-spilled shine. Sit here, curb

-sighed, and wander-wild. We’ll hold our
breaths and count and howl and draw

our own numbers victorious onto cobbled
streets and dance between their limbered

lines. I’ll laugh and toss a stone or two
and you (glass houses left behind)will find

me in its pebble-pondered fall. Grab a
curious star, love. This could take awhile.


Nov Poeming



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4 Responses to Oh, the marvelous beat of skipping feet

  1. Shawna says:

    I love reading the title as meaning, let’ skip the feet and fly instead.

    … And that line break at “curb,” as if you’re asking the curb to sit on itself and have a chat with you. 🙂

  2. Jules says:

    Reminiscing could be a good thing if our own emotions wouldn’t stonewall us…

  3. erbiage says:

    Love this work! Curb-sighed! Ha ha!

    Sent from my iPad

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