The solid white and blue brick,
Three bold words guard the entrance
of the stretching road
fingertips split into dashes of the pedestrian walk way.
From the entrance
if one could walk straight through all the metal lockers, cubes of air classrooms, growing flames of personalities
They would stumble into the road that wraps around a tree
The bus circle has one opening: in and out the yellow rolls
The public park awaits
Bouncing bodies and pouncing feet play after the last bell
A Frisbee flies through the air from one olive palm to another
Backpacks are abandoned on the wood chips
Too-long legs kick off the earth to soar
tied to gravity with rusted silver chains
Puffs of toxic breaths spiral into a fog
symbolizes the mess their young minds have dispersed to
The chatter and laughs stay on their side, while they walk to the other side of green
A short, low building stands.
Copies of plaid saunter the inside halls
Crosses look down to the tops of brushed and braided hair
Prayers hold the sturdy walls and push against the roof
“May our words fight gravity”
although with pristine marble floors and ash black shiny shoes
It doesn’t look like the roof is about to cave in
and ruffle their golden or silver strands
Turn to the main road and
ahead lies a street, it’s sole existence for two establishments.
Tides of green glow under the sunlight
They would thrive if the executioners didn’t visit so often
Tame is pretty and wild becomes too beautiful.
The older folks don’t step onto these patches of earth to worship nature
They come to feel their own control and power,
ride miles on carts, thinking the vast bordered and tamed land is theirs.
But really, what do I know?
I’m still swinging on the other side,
being in the air, I’m lost and I simply exist.
The mysterious and simple beauty others dismiss,
Because, this…this endless, crystal sky they could never tame.