That Swing
Haibun
I pull the black metal bars of that swing. The ground swings to the sky swings to the ground. Over and over again.
Fog horn
wind-tossed waves at Kingsland Point
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photo by Simon Schmitt
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I pull the black metal bars of that swing. The ground swings to the sky swings to the ground. Over and over again.
Fog horn
wind-tossed waves at Kingsland Point
more by FRANK J. TASSONE
photo by Simon Schmitt