Remember The Good Lines

Remember the good lines. The lines creased for flight that slice air while landing on the playground’s tarmac. Hopscotch lines that govern the kids that jump and chew gum. The lines on a 1959 Chevy El Camino. The lines on a made bed.

Forget the bad lines. The lines at the DMV. Old men’s lines drawn in the sand. Lines that mar beauty and grow into themselves. 
Lines of gun owners that buy more guns.     

The lines that vanish between progress and slippery slopes. 

Remember the good lines.