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About This Poem
Hopscotch-Losing Balance
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end
av if
he fe
me re
ho nt
fe na
Sa me
Chalk on pavement where ingenuity tossed the last stone
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While hope still hops between lines of restrained margins
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skipping over memories the fear of bouncing out or fall
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For skills can't recognize patterns of a different reality
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to discover the unforeseeable form of sin in sameness
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Lost luck in time of empty places
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to play life in a sequence of walls
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Last stone on floor supports a dream
“There is no abstract art. You must always start with something. Afterward you can remove
all traces of reality. “
Pablo Picasso
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