Tuesday, November 24, 2015

the swing

of course
your son wanted you to push him
harder and harder
faster and higher
on the play ground swing,
while from the window
his mother
said stop, what are you
doing,
are you crazy, you're
going to kill
him.
and now, as he rounds
his life
into thirty,
not much has changed
in what you both want
for him.

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