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Posted to Poetry

You've marked out the squares
Quite so precisely in pale green chalk
And you're toying with that
smooth white stone
that takes almost no time to heat up
under the pressure of your edgy fingers.
You're waiting your turn at home
with impatience.
Although you've marked out the squares
she's the one playing hopscotch,
Leaping legs agape
Bending over
Picking up.