on a swing long ago
backwards down you come;
below your happy eyes
the deep green grass
of summer
rushing fast along the ground.

you lean forward
as far as you dare;
knobby knees bent -
legs tucked close under the seat
waiting ...

       then with perfect timing
       your feet kick straight out;
       slender hands tugging the chains;
       leaning way, way back.

       circling up,
       your laughter spreads
       across the little neighborhood;
       carried by gentle childhood winds
       far off into skies of wondrous blue.