fences wore

their stitches around

the park.

painted black by black,

(the sun wanted privacy).

what broke my heart

were those chained gates.

caution taped.

i wanted in, but didn't have

the strength

to mount them, tearing their

halves that would keep any neighbor up.

though i did so.

seeding the war of a sacred land.

working out freedom.

a park bench would'nt offer

me a seat.