the sidewalk.
the driveway.
they absorb the chalk colors.
the swirls.
suns.
flowers.
messages.
the scrawled lines.
the sun fades the brightness.
and rain washes away the time spent sitting on concrete.
tracing shadows.
outlining bodies.
supressing giggles when tracer taps tickle-spots.
time spent face upwards to the sky
bluer than any of the colors now left dusty on your hands,
the smudge on your cheek.
belly to the sun.
eyes to the sky.
arms and legs sprawled outwards
ready to embrace the round, colorful world
softer than this cement support.
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