Park Innocence Lyrics

Tie my shoes, Daddy

The little brown boy disrupts

Eyes big as charcoal

Hair cut short like bowl of burnt tortilla strips

Holding, pushing shoe up high

Barely to Father's waist

And sits down on fresh growing strands of grass

He leans, hunched

Like building cumulus against skinny sycamore who rattles young leaves with festive delight

Celebrating

Announcing

Consoling

Above the little brown boy gazes at poking gold streams

The new sun pressing his cheek, temple

Father looks silently at Mother

Turns, kneels, away

Mother's tears fall like a past she would like to recreate

Onto the little brown boy's hand

He squeals, tearing the crisp air like paper

It's raining! It's raining!

Defending his head with sapling arms

Father, frowning, begins again

Build the X where bunny lives

Make the ear

Wrap the bunny round

Pull him through the hole

Son chants to Father's finger dance

Obeying the teaching

The little brown boy leaps up like broken spring

Sprinting to sandbox swing

Father

Mother

Stand apart

Watching their innocence run away