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