Girls in pigtails, ponytails, play jump rope in the street. Their hair bounces up and down. Down pouncing with knees like kittens, Up, reaching for the lukewarm sky.
Underneath the swaying lines of clothes, Under the sign reading junk Boys with boney knees and elbows Throw sticks at the scabby cats in the alley. Their elfin faces wince in pain each time contact is made.
The neighborhood women hang their ample bodies Out of their second story windows Hoping for a glimpse, a scent, a breeze. Too old for jump rope now. They, like the flowerboxes in the windowsills Won't make it through winter.