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 © Yolanda Joy Nicholsen | Year Posted 2013
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