Tire Swing

Jewniquely Myself

if I push off

just right

from the tree’s sturdy trunk

if I look past

dangling apples

the Abandoned Bird nest among leafy clusters

I find myself


working the wind like an extra muscle

totally oblivious

of the rope

connecting me to rooted things

only somewhat aware

of birds

winging their way across the heavens

but if I dangle

head and feet

from opposing sides

my donut swaying

me back

and forth through space

the wind

doing its best to spin

my flimsy craft


the world

and dizzying my senses

grass and sky


and I become flight

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2 Responses to Tire Swing

  1. joanmyles says:

    Thank you, dear Patty!


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