on edges of swing set of summer of child
I grow -- a rust abloom while ghosts
of women once called "mother" do push
a wind a creak a falling leaf feathering
downward, candied sentiment traveling
forward
for hope for empty swing to fill to turn
the chronometer back to 12 noon, March 6, 1972
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
on edges of swing set of summer of child
I grow -- a rust abloom while ghosts
of women once called "mother" do push
a wind a creak a falling leaf feathering
downward, candied sentiment traveling
forward
for hope for empty swing to fill to turn
the chronometer back to 12 noon, March 6, 1972
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