Time And Again

A flash of pink

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Cruising down the street
At the speed limit
To the left and right
It is the same sight
I wish not to see
Time and again
I ask, “Why?”
This time to the right
It was a “little” different
A LITTLE LITTLE LITTLE
A little flash of pink
I take another peek
An adult squatted curbside
She was playing
Tic-tac-toe
On the retaining wall
She was playing
Hopscotch
She was playing
Not in a garden
Not in a park
Not in front of a home
Or — maybe that was…
I ask, “How?”
Timesup!
This is the land of the free
And the home of the brave
Can we let this happen
To our “little” ladies?
What did I do?
And what can I do?
Where are the ones in power?
Do they have the power?
By the people, but
Are they for the people?
Where are the breadcrumbs?
To the paradise