Roller coaster

He wanted to build a roller coaster

With a screw gun

And wood we’d found in the Hof

In the piazza

Outside his window

On the bench beside the flower bed

Little man with power tool

Driving the steel straight in

As straight as his small hands permitted

I am too proud of him

His power

His running to the matter of it all

Down the stairwell blasting

Through the door wide open

Into his own new world