Jump Rope
there’s a curve
at the end of every sidewalk
did you know every block’s
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet
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