Over the weekend
a seed grows erumpent
these chalk squares
skipped over by teenage boys
with filthy hands
are washed away
while an offshoot
breaks forth, through
the concrete floor
I wonder
if these slick faces
with apocalyptic hairdos
are fit to withstand
the birth of a beanstalk
tall as God’s whoopty doo?
Where are all the dull Jacks?
Where are all the crazy giants?
Let all men climb aboard
let’s just leave our women alone
i think that’s just what we need
a little space in between
to service our respective beans
and let germinate
our tiny erect plants
for shade and other vulgar plans.