Strider

Went swimming. Made a fishing rod. Cut symbols in it. Attached hook. Caught many fish. Swam again. Water cold, fresh. Trees green, dark. Sky blue, dream. Knew about frogs but had never been to tea with one. Saw the gates of a park. The town empty now, for years. All the people dead, just sighs remain. Saw these grey gates and iron gates and a lonely road inside. By park mean open space. Grass, a few trees. Benches now hidden in brush. Stopped to cry. Carried on. View from park good, see whole town. See smoke on horizon, plume. Check ammo, move out. Other direction sea, Europe maybe. Paint name and date on wall beside gate. Put on spiderman pyjamas, leather sandals, gas mask, red cape, trilby. Stride away.