Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Previously Published in The Common Line Journal . . .

The Shadows of a Swing Set

echo the emptiness of the playground.
Sun's progressive hour elongates stillness, the lack
of fingers gripping chain in fear and thrill.  Strange
immobility swallows innocence, 
replaces potential laughter with a howling
more fit to flourish beneath the moon.

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