I Go For a Walk in the Cold Chicago Air

I go for a walk in the cold Chicago air
I walk to the park by the beach
because I wanted to swing
because that would make me feel better

I get to the park.
This little, blonde haired, boy says,
'Do you want to play pirates???'
(he was there with his grandpa)

I stop, think a second,

'Yes, I do want to play pirates.'

So we climb up on the play set
That is our ship
We slide down the slide and run back to escape the sharks and crocodiles
We make a sail out of string, popsicle stick, and raise it high

He thinks of new things

Now we are a train.
Scaling the outside rim of the play ground
Choo-Choo
Running
Falling

Now he has wings and he can run really fast
He tells me I have them too
He pushes the button on my belly

I run with him

Now we are animals
He barks and anounces I am a chicken

I cluck

We roll in the grass over and over
Back and forth

He is hungry
His grandpa and him go to their car
I wait and swing by myself

They come back
Grandpa says, 'I try to tell him it is time to go.'

'He says No!
I have to go back to this girl.
I didn't ask her name.
I am going to marry her.'

We sit on a bench
They share their food with me
2 plums, some bread, and cheese

My heart is so happy that I have met Marcel and Alex
(the little Russian boy and his grandfather
who tells him to speak English to me,
but i don't mind if he doesn't)

That is why my problems are nothing