In patience,
A swing creaks
Gently in the breeze,
Rust-laden from playful wear,
Longingly waiting for that knowing smile,
Your childish spark, to overflow
Spilling in joyful amaze,
Draped in delight,

Heart-inspired.

You run towards,
Simple pleasure excites you,
Your approach halted; adult fears
Sweep.  Surface rust spells danger.  “Why?!”
A child cries.  Pleasure taken
Away again, safety’s sake
A swing creaks
In patience.

MT

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