Swing

Swing

Swing
Wide arc travelling
Rootless grain
Freefalling
In perfect sway
The wind a slap in the face
Rock back and forth
In perfect grind
A chore on this on lash of vine
A rift to discord
A concourse of flying dreams
Merging in the chasm of the canyon swing.

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