Saturday, August 8, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 18



If ever, by chance
You see at a glance
A little girl
Hippity-hopping,
Seemingly never stopping;
Pause for a moment to watch.
‘Twould be me you’d see,
A smile on my face,
Entranced in a game
Of Hopscotch.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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