Parked Schoolside
Location
I was little when she would park the car school-side
Speaking to me like I understood
Words pouring out questioning trills and ideology
Explaining that carelessness robs parents
Of telling children bedtime stories…
Her butterfly kisses in my hair
Us two petites overfill these hearts so many think lonely
When they stretch sixty thousand miles
She would park school-side
Speaking abstract ideas through my ears
Wind chimes amidst the blaring silence
Tell me slow and easy
Of honk-horn traffic or the sidewalks
Trailing across her skin
Scenic routes line her face better than smooth freeways
They try drowning her loudest whisper
Failing as epically as her flourishing graciousness
She parks school-side
Lakes of wisdom in her cheeks
Fingers soaring piano keys into afternoon clouds
Reading skyline staff paper
Her sweetheart shoes dancing weeks out of their business
She keeps time like wishes in a tree:
Seen and playfully out of hand
Swaying wafts of jasmine words
Sweeping rustles of fall-leaf phrases
“Life that does not purposefully choose growing joy,
Is surely not living”
Dusk parks me school-side
Dawning blue, half-sleepy rays like blankets
Her morning whispers like distant echoes
Of a trailing friendship
Trading words for moments
Moments to be and not do
I will keep parking the car school-side,
Remembering these whisper-chants overflowing my ears
Pooling in my eyes
And out into my world