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Love played hopscotch in front of us,
Behind us
On weekends, it teased from the side
Squares randomly disappearing
Reappearing
We bobbed, weaved and hopped
Skipped sideways
On invisible shapes
In constant motion
It wouldn’t let us in
Wouldn’t let us in
Until it did.
Better For That 
Gosh, do kids today even know what hopscotch is, let alone play it? I have fond memories of my sister and I playing it in the driveway, drawn in the gravel with a stick and stones used for markers.