The Playground

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 Lost steps Fall down Without a sound Wait for another pebble to roll.