Slide

Object: Slide

Body of water: Gateway National Park

(Discovery)

The car pulls up towards the curb.
A small boy hops out most perturbed
a swarth of grass, water and plastic
arises from the sandy dune that has been marked
that is the playground in the park


Little boy little boy, what do you see?
Is it the green and brown slide staring back at me
With its worls and warped construct
Graffiti dotting the movable blocks
Strangers milling around by the docks.

Little boy little boy, don't be afraid.
Its just a slide covered by shade.
Go for a slide down there is nothing to fear
We are all having fun along the pier.

Away Away the little boy slides
Down the arch he flies
Nothing to fear but the coming sand
Off he flies out unto the feet of a man
A man who does everything and anything he can

Hours pass, twilight is here
Little little boy come near
Its time to go home, time to sleep
Your father needs you to come back home
To tuck you in bed and read for you a tome.

In the car he goes, they drive away.
As wave after wave, hits the dock with a parting spray.