Childhood Park

Replenish your faith

in memory of the bronze deer

as the oaks stand firm witnesses

to the cobwebs on the bushes

that once were attack ships off the shoulder of Orion

while gypsy kids climbed up the tree of life

to get the ball

that was not theirs.

So messed up

I cannot tell the weeds from the roses anymore.

Only time swings now

pausing only for this moment of eternal joy.