Brantwood

I find refuge in that park

I go there in my mind

Whenever I cannot find

Another place to run to

The tall grass

Hole in the fence

The steps I hid underneath

After I ran as fast as I could

Determined not to go back

They would have to drag me back

Kicking and screaming all the way

They would have to call my lawyer

They would postpone the hearing

And I would be stuck there

For three more months

Of running away and getting caught

Taken back by the police

But I still return to this part

The place I know so well

I’ve been here all my life

The trees are not as tall as they seemed to be

When I was a child

In a way I am still a child

Always afraid

Of growing up and moving away

Even though I have already

Left all my memories in that house

Now it is back up

For sale