Dense Fence

The temporary fence panels line 14th Street like a freight train. Sheer green tarps like night clothes let’s you see almost what’s going in inside. The bubbles have not been blown upon the windscreens.  At street level fence posts anchored by interlaced sandbags tides from frame to frame. A construction zone of renovation. National signs repeat around the perimeter to curb illicit activities. The skate park will be refurbished soon. Orange cones stand alones. Mark the area with reflective collars. Identify the Light. Jesus. Follow on the Light on the path never walking in darkness. Endure the gaff to have the light of life.

The crowds and swirls of helium filled balloons will follow the feat. We believe though we cannot see. The federal stimulus fosters the at-risk child toward the tremendous. To be here puts us at risk. The skateboarders will whisk back and fourth mastering buttery tricks. Lives flick forward to achieve the creme de la creme. It’s messy. It’s sticky. You’ve got to sweep underneath the sprawling jacaranda trees for the restoration of the people. Grab your gaff waist deep in the waves pounding the beach. The dense fishery cannot be seen by the dense.