Acquainted with Brook Park
Anna Prinkey

I have been one acquainted with the busy city.
I have walked, run in and out of snow storms.
I have crossed the farthest boundary. 

I have gone down every dusty, filthy street.
I have passed by police on radios,
dropped everything, running to avoid troubles of this community.

I have run and run ‘til my feet are numb,
when far away a siren blares,
coming from a distance, now a few streets over.

But this cry is not for me, to go or stay,
and farther yet, my running must continue
‘til one day surroundings will be green, not gray.

The time will come soon enough when time is right.

I have been one acquainted with Brook Park.