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Chalk on the Street

We can terrorize the neighborhood with

our bikes and rollers, pick boysenberries

on high branches. Sit like big kids at the

school park on a Saturday, canned teas

and converses.

Take a minute to feel new like a kid, you

make me feel careless on a summer night.

Summers we had for 3 months, night after

night of bonfires and fireflies. Youth is

eternal.

We can feel giddy, we can feel free. Even

if it’s from two-thirty to three. Like a 90s

cartoon, like chalk on the street. Scabs on

your hands from a sloppy downhill speed.

Chalky jeans.

-Janelle-Ann Frances, 3/27/25