Chesler Park

You laid inside a blowing wind,

Staring up and whispering,

Oh, to me.

“We can be free.”

The shadows move across the sand

From the Smoke of Chamberlain.

Takes root in me,

He laughs from his seat.

The steps we take, the distance earned

By the firelight is how we learn

To count every day.

We’re the coals that they rake.

At Chesler Park we hunkered down,

Tangled bodies on the ground.

And what did we see?

The wind through the leaves.