a conviction misapplied and misremembered tendered as tokens for the ride as children and immigrants await acceptance

its melody of screams and accented whispers filter across the breeze and green a saunter abound witht notes unseen but heard by every canine and squirrel a melody unfurled between the keys a passing woman wonders at the scene

at right angles between temperance and ancient arbor its all foder for the fingers

as we wait for the ink to dry