Park Innocence

Tie my shoes, Daddy
The little brown boy disrupts
Eyes big as charcoal
Hair cut short like bowl of burnt tortilla strips
Holding, pushing shoe up high
Barely to Father's waist
And sits down on fresh growing strands of grass
He leans, hunched
Like building cumulus against skinny sycamore who rattles young leaves with festive delight
Celebrating
Announcing
Consoling

Above the little brown boy gazes at poking gold streams
The new sun pressing his cheek, temple
Father looks silently at Mother
Turns, kneels, away
Mother's tears fall like a past she would like to recreate
Falling onto the little brown boy's head
He squeals, tearing the crisp air like paper
It's raining! It's raining!
Defending his head with sapling arms
Father, frowning, begins again
Build the X where bunny lives
Make the ear
Wrap the bunny round
Pull him through the hole
Son chants to Father's finger dance
Obeying the teaching

The little brown boy leaps up like broken spring
Sprinting to sandbox swing
Father
Mother
Stand apart
Watching their innocence run away



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Barrionuevo
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