Out My Window
children chalk sidewalk bricks
in fresh colors of bravado, pinks, blues, reds
rhythmic brushing
mystic threads merging,
handled meticulously
child pedigree to erase the bland
on splashed bricks, laced up in color
hope that blooms out with jelly-roll laughter
in late summer ripeness
like pieces that fall in chess game slumber
outside my window
midst the stammering wrangle of life
children kneel
handle strokes of plump chaulk
like a wash of offerings
for a different world, coming
that lurks
in the rattling rain of October
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