in scarlet sash
dripping over
drool
hang that
head lo
lo and be--
held by angels
of no wings
crawling on star--
dust in sunbeams
early afternoon
dance to unheard
music
played on cricket
legs two hours
into night
these days
there's no one
else listening
three rubber swings
rusted chains
frame painted
forest green
chipped
wood chips
underneath
blown by the wind
creaking.
these days
creaking
wind
by
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