imagery

it carries the swing forward
almost over the top
the seat wildly tumbling
from side to side to side
and whistling
splinters catching the wind
empty hanging chair
ropes unwinding
nearly breaking
even more with every
swing and arc
the neighbor seatless
the rubber band long gone
sent to the bottom of the muddy sandbox
buried by someone
it doesn't matter who
grass is reaching upward
as though made of vines that grow
and climb on the strong airs
and streaming drops of rain
"take me to the sky!"
they scream
and what being
object or subject
would want to stay?