Monday, July 2, 2012

I wrote a poem

just now. Thought I'd share:

Sidewalk Chalk

      One
 truly becomes
      an
adult (as awful
      as
that must be)
    when
he chooses
     not
  to bounce
   through
 hopscotch grids
     children
draw in chalk
       on
the sidewalk.

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