Fancyberg Park,
haven of children.
Mothers sharing news.
Jackie making friends.
Michael, on the edge
of life’s archipelago.
Fancyberg,
for the fancy people.
Where we bought chrysanthemums.
Who knows,
how the shore of a dream
comes true.
How a field becomes a park.
A world without walls.
A place to toss balls.
People and children,
common and beautiful
in themselves.
Fancyberg Park
Published inIndex of all Poems