PROMPT 4: Write a history poem.

Run

Sidewalks
colored, Easter chalk,
drawing green twisting tendrils.

Sunny morning,
kneeling day
in white lacy gloves.

Mother’s warning,
“Take them off”
still ringing in my ears.

I remember
yellow blooms
big as her opened hand.

With sheers in hand,
draw out winter pain
by cutting to the quick.

My hibiscus can’t run like me,
stuck
kneeling deep in dirt.