by john clare stokes
as children we took our chalk
and happily drew new worlds
upon the sidewalks
spun and whirled
to blur the rainbows
bright
with every passing
jump rope taking
a piece of the bow
and sending it skyward
beyond the blue
where the real
rainbows reside
and all too soon
we outgrew our
chalk bow world
and settled down
into a drudgery
of trying to find
again the rainbow
dust sent toward a
heavy sky
Our every skip
upon pavement painful
the weight felt
from long neglect
of the rainbow world
long since bowed
under foot
awaiting us to
take again
the old chalk sticks
and scrawl upon
our faded starting point
a bright
launching line.
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