Korean War Memorial Park on Highway 39

The Ryan family was in stochastic
                           scattered
                                                                                    pines.

I antagonized my brother and he
                                               chased me
          around the park.

I turned and heard a tree’s
forehead bark, Mother
Nature’s karmic halberdier.

Two weeks, a month, concuss
                                                ion.

Was it ruination?
A dream cloud b 
                         urst?

Was it there
                    or 
                        there
                                       or
there?

                   Was
                                                I?