
Draw a box,
hopscotch,
tippy toes,
count and hop.
This spring,
my son’s Titanic sinks
in the concrete sea.
Impressionistic flowers,
daughter’s rainbow fingers
arch with belief.
I raise my eyes from the page
watch them pick their next piece,
stories written in chalk.
Quadrille #150: Chalk it up to Poetry: Write a 44 word poem using the word “chalk.”





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