June 6, 1999

Kids wheeled through your garden
Again. You shouted
The noise died down
You went back inside

Hours passed
Tense, intense
Wait! They said they would wait
They said they would wait

But a couple of cops
Became impatient
Shot you in the leg, then
Shot you in the back

Ending art-making forever.
Were they afraid
You might fear them
Less than they feared you?