Mar 6, 2021
1 min read
Empty Swing
a poem
Perhaps it was the rain,
a hand of breeze
or gang of bees
that jazzed the chains.
Perhaps a finch flew up,
a belled cat pounced with a tinkle,
a slow dog jumped and missed
then barked them all away.
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