tire swing
spin us around you scream
laughing
hands holding tight to the chains
that bring you joy
I try to take a picture
to capture with my camera
but you two become a blur
of red and blue
spinning too fast for me to see
you are not
where I think you are
elisabeth
ah, even with ear ache
you find joy in the swing
I think
all you want to do is fly
trees
maple branches bare against fir
strong and stark in the sky
it’s not my season now, they say.
