The scene unfolds
with little finesse -
sweaty sidewalks with
angry jackhammer wounds
gaping long after workers
call it Friday.
Children - barefoot
with sticky
popsicle stick parades
mourn summer's end.
And you - quiet
on a stoop
knees gathered
tracing the cracks. . .
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