Hopscotch by Averi Lewis and Emily Muliero
Like most misery, it started with
apparent happiness. (84)
White sky. (165)
Bathed in sunshine (78)
Children-voices laughing (12)
Feet scuffing road. (111)
The rush of boyish breath. (111)
Snow had stopped falling, (47)
Muddy footprints were gathered. (48)
On Himmel Street, friendships were made
outside, no matter the weather. (47)
Grinning and laughing. (78)
The smell of friendship (72)
A candy-toothed grin. (155)
“If I beat you I get to kiss you.” (53)
The most natural thing on earth. (58)
Great obese clouds. (79)
Dark and ominous. (112)
Smiles like salt, but
decaying fast. (12)
Ten years old. (48)
Ten years old meant Hitler Youth. (48)
March straight, (40)
Make sure your “heil Hitler” is working
properly. (40)
Clapping slow and dutiful.
And beautiful.
Submission. (63)
A mess of uniforms and high-pitched words, (109)
A horizon of Nazi flags. (110)
Swastikas joining hands. (112)
Kinetic humans, flowing, charging up, (109)
And another onslaught of “heil Hitlering” (111)
Members were accumulating (101)
at the foot of the ash heap. (120)
Kids had been playing hopscotch there. (12)
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