J. P. Murphy Playground

Across from children’s playground

Twin Peaks loom in the silence.

Symbols of motherhood.

Raw, exposed, scary.

Making you feel you haven’t given birth.

There’s a cleavage in your breast, longing in your mouth.

In this park for toddlers,

Nurse your courage to rise above your heartbreak.

Aquatic park: San Francisco

Protected by piers from rough water
Old swimmers brave the chill
Find their stride,
While I
Seeing waves easy rhythm
Am too cold to make it mine.

Painting everywhere.
Taggers overflow.
With butterflys’ brillance.

All these churches encourage parishoners to stand up to sin.

Head out of Mass into wind.

Bundled in redempion.

Ty Cobb had issues.
Today we’d say he’s nuts.
But skateboarders and kick boxers
Admire his guts.

Imagine skateboarders on west steps of capitol
Romping and determined
Challenging you to get physical
Daring you to defy gravity