The Sidewalk

Tired feet drag to the beat

of dreary weekday work days long.

They pick up speed on Fridays, 

skipping hopscotch between

chalk marks on the sidewalk. 

Some turn aside for welcome homes,

but others laugh and skip and run

to where the sidewalk meets the sun.

They seem smaller until they

finally vanish at the end.

They’ve returned to where they’re 

meant to be, eternal childhood 

and their smiles are rainbows,

all that’s left of them that we can see.

published in Medium