Annalisa Giglio

Hopscotch

To suggest this poem has leaps is silly.
Poems can’t leap
Neither can w
O
R
D
s.
What leaps?
Frogs, time, children playing hop scotch.
Let’s talk about frogs.
Mucusy, green, leapers with elastic, long tongues.
I suppose they could go on and on
Leaping around from lily pad to log

Do you see?
The frogs, they leap.
Time leaps—fall asleep and it will.

And those giggling children
Hop, skip, leap one through ten.
Is it the words?
Or is it the action?

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Annalisa Giglio

is a senior Creative Writing major at Colby-Sawyer College.