as the children
skip rope
out on the sidewalk
you hear them
sing like high
pitched birds
the rhymes their
mothers taught
them. the rope
snapping against
the pavement,
the shoes scuffing
against the walk.
how short, and brief
these summer
days are, when skipping
rope is all
that matters.
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