Simple Swings

A photograph of hues and light a playground of swings to seat your butt Quietly alone there empty and inviting hung by chains under the A frame At first glance one is small taken back to elementary school sounds of children yelling and playing metal chains grind and squeek higher and higher knees the lever when at last climbing no more the body flings itself into the air From the perspective of today the swings are empty with no sounds to hear but in the mind the act remains we recall our time carefree