The Swing


Wooden seat, rope handles that burn


I watch him repair the swing

Confirming it is safe

Dad pushes my baby brother back & forth


The rose bush accentuates her smile

Rhubard grows in quantity

A mix of sweet & sour

Mom's satisfaction and escape


I wait to have my turn

Losing tolerance

At last, I swing back and forth

Sensing the breeze and perception of freedom


Harassing, yanking, and halting me

The boys scream


My minute ended





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