Queen's Quarterly

Queen's Quarterly
Queen's Quarterly

Innocence Lost
        Hopscotch, Spring 2020

Glenn Arthur Sweazey

           Long lines
outside storefronts –
            like a
strange game of
            hopscotch
we stand at marks
            on
sidewalks, attend
            strict
distancing, now
            the
social rule, when
            we’d
rather be hopping
            from
one chalked square
            to another –
with one foot, two feet,
            one foot,
no need to flatten
            a curve.


Bio:

Retired from teaching high school English, Glenn Arthur Sweazey lives in Ottawa. His writing often blends poetry and prose to paint narrative canvases. The poem “Innocence Lost: Hopscotch, Spring 2020” is part of his verse narrative Season Our Dreams Turned Nightmare.

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