Roosevelt Road

they came in three's 
as my big brother 
placed a wooden plank 
splitting the rushing water
from the mouth of the fire hydrants
 
running throughout the city  
peace signs covered 
the corners as human 
stop signs lined roosevelt road 
twelve were present in thee upperoom

there was a round table of angst 
i suppose as the ice cream man 
quietly strolled down 
st louis ave. sirens sounded 
screams and wails abounded

bull horns rang out 
in front of whoopies burgers
bystanders hid on broken porches 
clinging to chain linked fences 
my dad filled with courage uncertainty

my white dress covered in mud soot 
from the grocery stores and goldblatts
being torched we huddled hunkered down 
upon hess school not far from woolworth 
across from douglas park
  
dandelions portrayed solace 
granduar beneath weeping willows
voices were fabric patterns 
sewed together  creating quilts 
maps of freedom a calm silenced grooved 
while picket lines shall not be moved
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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