Trailer Park

Stuffing flags in the window and calling it home valuing our space as our space! Picking up rocks from the driveway like when we were little rescinding our past like some nightmare of repitition! Respecting each other for what we couldn't accomplishment and/or understand a moment of volition, power of choosing! Hiding our faults to pretend respect hating those who judge us feeling reproof for no good reason denying our self-worth! Needing a deliverer ~ yet paying rent to those who trap us ~ indefinitely, like some caldron of reprisal not quite ~ not yet ~ Hell! Knowing the housing market is indolent in its means while we sacrifice our daily bread to just keep going ahead! Then hearing the voice of a child, next door already three, already brave fighting for his life ~ myositis, rare encouraging us ~ calling us friend! And sharing his hope to belong in tomorrow and the hurt breaks through into a tear ~ and we wake up! It's our resources that have made us demur not our being alive as the cure! And he is Indian ~ Dakota knows he's stressed sees the parent's longing to be on their own ~ Emergency ~ refused by the tribal clinic some new Government restriction, Ambulence to Rochester ~ Mayo rare ~ need to study ~ his case! Big debt ~ bill, couldn't pay, thousands, tribal clinic say "no deal" wrong rescue squad not in their jurisdiction! But still Indian, and little Bigger clinic, Minnesota ~ famous millions of dollars for research, yet the little guys ~ still get the bill! The Mother, trailer, empty jars, stacked by the door ready for the next donation posted at the truck stops grocery stores, post office! If you want to study the poor or sick, or needy rent a space where it already exists like a woman Mayor of Chicago once did! Back in the 80's, when thoughtfulness still was an option!