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we all make streets
between breakfast and lunch,
finger-painting yellow lines,
kneading the concrete,
preparing its dark dough
for midday sun
until we are tired
and it is smooth

We drew the sky in sidewalk chalk

Then walked barefoot

Until the sun rubbed into our toes,

Soft and cool.

You said

Share your secrets on the concrete

And the rain will wash

Each pastel curve

Into the cracks.