I can’t remember which grade school.
The girls double dutched on the noon
Ignoring my new-girlness.
Pulled me to them. Here! Like this!
Grab the ends and swing in time.
Each hand holding a dirty ol’ clothesline
Syncopating with the girl at the other end
While one of ‘em waited for the perfect time
To lift up and jump into the bend.
Then Now! my turn to switch my place
Lift up and jump to the slap slap slap
My keds catch, the old rope wraps
And all the girls laugh with grace
For me who doesn’t deserve it
The new girl who hasn’t earned it