Swinging
There’s no one in the playground
When I walk at break of day.
The jungle gyms are empty
Since no climbing’s underway.
The slides and swings are waiting
For the toddlers and the tots
Who, with nannies, moms or dads
Will later come to claim their spots.
And yet this morning, I observed
A woman swinging high,
Her legs a‘pumping with the force
To take her to the sky.
Her little dog sat patiently
Until her steam ran out,
A private moment to enjoy
With no one else about.
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