FDR Built This Park

I can still hear the mighty hammers
of truth and justice and public opinion
clanging against the hard rock of the land

knocking out a great depression
picnic tables made from ropes
strong arms and B-52's
soaring from the mountain side

black and white, bricks and beer
a red white and blueprint and oh so green
bald eagles and wild turkeys
wild as broncos smoking FDR's tobacco

and now I sit here 50 years later
wishing Delano his large self and his rich sister
were right here
drinking our Budweiser, eating our potato salad
and seducing our neighbors

toasting the New Deal and Social Security
stacking the Supreme Court
gently reminding him not to say "japs"
and in general enjoying
the fine weather we're having

maybe he brought it with him

the boy poets remember a distant time