Chalk Children MAG

By Lauren Amoros, York, PA

Children jump the hopscotch grid
They run it down to chalky dust
A fear-ridden city pumps beside them

Children run the chalk border
This is where they are
This is what they live for
Laughter in the gravelly macadam

Children two-step slowly home
As if the hopscotch grid
Pulls them back with
Full, tender eyes

Children reach their barren doorways
They linger at the frame
Hands dangle from limbs at doorknobs
They reach, turn, open

Children look in
They shut their eyes
Decadent houses swallow
Chalk memories
The power overwhelms them like their parents’ desire
To leave them behind

Children walk into their houses
Their boxed lives waiting

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asofnow GOLD said...
on Jan. 1 2011 at 9:56 pm
asofnow GOLD, Troy, Michigan
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Favorite Quote:
Nothing gold can stay ~ Robert Frost

this was really really good

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on Jan. 20 2010 at 7:45 pm
Just_Some_Guy BRONZE, Natick, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
Reading is the thing we do to remind us of how much we'll never know.

Up to the end it was incredibly strong, but you lost something at that point.

on Nov. 26 2008 at 6:41 pm
oh my gosh. that was so very good. i loved the "rythm" and the themse of childhood. so true. so happy. so sad.


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