Tag Archives: hopscotch

Square One 

Except (accept) that it’s a circle, really,more hula-hoop than hopscotch.  We’ve been herea time or two, my friend,where both the mad and the merry go ’round.  And so we spin.  Begin, again.  :: In November, we poem.

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poem stitched in sidewalk chalk 

this poem is neither here nor there,line nor square               (one).  she has scrib-bled her-self in sidewalk chalk, and then hopscotched across her own bright skin,left just one small skipping stone within.  shhh.she’s still here,still stained. waiting for rain.  :: In April, we poem. This is also a second … Continue reading

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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 … Continue reading

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