On the Jungle Gym
His name is Buster,
Buster Brown.
His Superman sneakers squeaked
as his traction-less shoes slid
off the metal bars.
It was the snow,
it had melted in the heat.
It was his mind.
He was always a little slower than the other kids.
But when he fell, it hurt just as much.
And it took the cast on the boys' arm
to provoke his father to read him a
bedtime story.
Buster received a toy every time they went to
K-Mart,
just so that the boy wouldn't make noise.
As if his father could hear it anyway.
Buster placed his hands on the large window
of the 2 story building;
and the 7 year-old boy leaned forward.
"You know, I would jump outta that window,"
he says to me.
I want to say that he didn't mean it.
