Summerswing

swing me wide

in my pale green dress
catch my bottom in your hand
momentarily rest then push
the chains hot under my

hands old tire seat

blackstrap heat

again again laughing
you push me wide and high
skirts fluttering petals falling

sandaled toes pointed

tucked under then unfolded
in that deep physical memory
unfolding a smile like the giddy sun
deep in the pit of my stomach
sometimes you make me

swing-dizzy like this

wompaskiddy

spun wide flung
a feathered fine drift
of white cloud swaying
in that deep amethyst sky

drifting apart till I come down
as a summer rain cool soft
or a morning mist
to kiss your eyelashes
closed against the fall of
my droplets kissing your face
wait don’t stop baby push me again

push me harder swing me higher again

fling me out farther into forgetting
recalling I am not twelve again
nor again am I innocent
of all this

pain