she furrowed her brow,
they don’t have them here,
only in Paris, Madrid or Prague
the “cours’ where children play
behind solid stone walls, passersby
only glimpse a small segment of
the parabolic swing of a child
screaming with delight before
she jumps off onto a verdant
soft lawn sprinkled in fall leaves.
She wasn’t sure how to translate
this word “cours” because we
don’t really have them here
but I knew I wanted to spend
time there playing and laughing
where I had never been before.