on a city swing set a boy flies perched for a brief second on a sunbeam before gravity rips him back down from the clouds and away from the green chain link fence he faces.
as i drove by, i wondered if the thought had crossed his mind that a few inches from today he would be too tall to ride the already aged sunbeams;
too tall to ride one final time knees scraping the pockmarked metal and he, i imagine, will sigh quietly, exhaling a body temperature breath that will dissipate before it has the chance to cool.
already past, i will be even farther gone before the air absorbs a piece of him, memories of a green chain link fence facing a rusting swing set.