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I Should have Stuck to Swinging
At the top of the slide I sit
snuggly encompassed by poles
I can just barely wrap my
hands around.
Trees from above shimmer
reflected in the metal
I am waiting to
soar by.
Placing one hand on the bar
That is just above my head
I notice the children
swinging together.
I always thought swinging
was a lonely activity
yet on top of a slide
I'm alone.
The breeze at this height
is cooler than the
ground and it feels like it's
pushing me.
I like being this alone
the higher I am the better
no one even seems to
notice me.
A child climbs up behind me
and forces me down
to fast for me to feel less than
pitiful frustration.
I prefer being Alone.
