Is this second or fifth?
You know I never could tell the difference
from one block to the next.
Dotted with small houses
constructed in the mid-sixties,
aged well with multiple additions.
A rocking chair on the porch
that rocks even when no one's near.
Yards kept up well are never too small
for the children, whose whole lives
are run neatly within these few blocks.
I still can't tell one from the next;
an elementary school named for a president.
A playground on the corner, really no more than
a dirt pile and rusted swing set,
also named for a president.
And I can't tell, anymore what it is,
what it is the honor is in.
There's a lot to be had in these flags that are flying,
but nothing in partisan men's dividing lines.
(You know I never could tell the difference.)
This street has to be tenth:
the park named for that Olympian.
