One wobbling foot on the ground
The other in the humid air
The chalky squares shimmer, not found
Waiting for the rope to tear.
Squeaky pavement with hole-filled shoes
Consequence of lazy leaps
No one likes to lose
Or fall in a hole a mile deep.
Skipping stone jumps from square to square
A tiny, petrified bug
Life is full of games and fairs
But most are pulled from drugs.
When the pebble leaves the game
And falls into a hole
Without a sound
Wait for another pebble to roll.