Evening’s Swing

Sun sets as sky falls.
Dew squirms through burning clouds.
Breath drips softly in breezy streams.
The clasp of cold against warm skin.
Eager toes anticipate the chill
stretch down and ripple the glass,
shudder at the touch
and are quickly withdrawn.
Playful heart meets a second thought.
A swaying giant holds intimidation.
Small fists clinch this knotted rope tightly.
A fan equals with delight as the leap is taken.
The grip loosens and a splash wakens night,
paralyzing chills rush through the small body,
thrusting lungs search frantically for air.
Once surfaced, pain sinks in,
yet, the task is successfully completed.
This bragging soul, dripping wet,
tames the rope with one hand.
Smiles so wide with eyes so bright,
“Your turn!”


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