the kid
next door draws a bunch
of squares
on the sidewalk
with a stick of white chalk,
then gets a game of hopscotch
going
with a bunch of her
little buddies.
i'm sitting on the porch
with a beer
and a book,
stretching my legs out,
letting the sun
careen off my face.
the dad is out there with
them, the mom too,
holding the next baby
in her arms. they
keep the game
under control,
dampening the screaming,
keeping score.
it's a wonderful thing
to be a kid
playing hopscotch
and not worrying about
tomorrow.
a truly glorious thing.
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