Tree Swing, Revisited
Inhaled and exhaled
Freedom; its relief.
Higher, forth and back, higher; till
Felt have broke loose of
Earth. Not as this tree's
Flutter-sheddings brief;
As those feathered; of golden tone. *
Endless blown above.
* golden whistler
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