where the
sidewalk
ENDS
There is a
place
where the
sidewalk
ends,
before
the
street
begins.
&
the
GREEN GRASS
grows
soft&
WHITE,
&
the
sun
burns
CRIMSON
bright,
&
there the
moon-bird
rests
from his
flight,
to
cool
in the
peppermint
wind.
Let us
leave
this place where the
smoke
blows
BLACK,
&
the
dark
street
winds
&
BENDS.
Past
the
PITS
where the
asphalt
flowers
grow,
&
watch
where the
chalk-white
arrows
go,
to the
place
where the
SIDEWALK
ends.
Yes, we'll
walk
with a
walk
that is
measured & slow,
And we'll
go
where the
chalk-white
ARROWS
go,
for the children,
they mark,
and the
CHILDREN,
they
know,
the
place
where the
SIDEWALK
ends.
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