Because we all want to write more poems.
swing set
the goal is simple
pump your legs
lean back
against the chains
up and out
with velocity enough
to loop the top
and wrap the chains
or
failing that
jump
at the top
of the arc
and fly
toward
the sandbox
try not to break
anything
the goal is half magic
swing backwards
and forwards
in time
with this girl you've
you've been playing
at grownups with
giddy together
in this moonlit park
that smells of
cut grass
the sweet dull, ache
of devouring
each other
again and again
this back and forth
on seats too small
for supercharged
bodies, describing
parabolas of pheromones
the goal is to
let go of goals
to simply be
and fly
and laugh
side by side with
this child
to leave your
old man bones
back on earth
and revel with her
at the joy of
all things aerial
higher, higher
and higher still
the ground ten
thousand feet
below
try not to
break anything
- Michael Mayhew's Shared Poems
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