Found Post with New Ending

Yesterday I was at the memorial park for the fireworks with my child. He was playing on the big metal slide with a bunch of other children. There was a boy between 5-7 years old, no parent in sight, hurling rocks and sticks and pushing and kicking other kids and just being rough.

Morning Palindrome

Sun between the tangle—
      Dust motes in my head.

She takes a dive at me,
      a hedge sparrow

protecting her young,
      until her eggs hatch.