Old whitewashed adobe walls. grey and dirt streaked.
An empty dirt play yard
save a few rubber tires.
An elementary school
existing through hope, dedication
but mostly hope.

My friend remembered this place –
his community years ago.
He returned, having left part of his heart here.
Shortly, the dirty whitewashed adobe is transformed into a wall of cerulean blue,
a children’s mural.
In the courtyard now stands
a play structure built along simple lines
but with height enough to give a
a view over the courtyard walls
towards the sea – and every possibility.