Remember the rush
Exhilaration of wind in hair
Feet in the air
The smell that lingers
Of rusty chains on fingers
A topsy-turvy world
A fizzy blur
Of earth and sky
And wonder why
Swings make me feel
Lonely
©Kim M. Russell, 2015
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Lovely.
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I think it’s the empty seats. 🙂 I love your mention of the scent of chains lingering. A brilliant observation.
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🙂
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