Roadside Hop

They remember the days 

When they'd search for a square of gray

When they'd hop on their toes

Because they were burning and had no clothes

When they would trace the squares

Label them in chalk, rock or three penny dares

And the grass tickles their noses

And who cares if Old Lady June opposes?

Who cares?

They remember a time

When the trees were there to climb

When they'd lie on their backs

And on sunny days they'd melt into the cracks

Because a long day was lucky

To fight shadow with sticks of sciamachy

And beat down the town

With those ropes going up and down

Up and down and round round round round round

Until ashes ashes

And they all fall down

The End

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