I don’t know why that comes to mind except

That it is a game that can be won

And folk all around

Can take it fine



Satisfying quantities of asphalt, chalk, and

Small stones

Congenial lines and arches

A game for friends

A game in which core competition

Is with the self

To jump and stay on balance


Dusty chalk

I miss it, maybe you do too

And games whose consequences tend toward


The garrulous courtesy of children (worth

the risk)

Unlike the fractured day in

A quarreling, gimbaled world

To which I’ve awakened


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