She shrieks as she sweeps past the earth
And, rising, pumps for all shes worth;
The chains she grips almost go slack;
Then, seated skyward, she drops back.
When swept high to the rear, she sees
Below the park the harbors quays,
Cranes, rail tracks, transit sheds, and ranks
Of broad, round silver storage tanks.
Her father lacks such speed and sight,
Though, with a push, he launched her flight.
Now, hands in pockets, he stands by
And, for her safety, casts his eye
Over the ground, examining
The hollow underneath the swing
Where, done with aerial assault,
Shell scuff, in passing, to a halt.
Timothy Steeles latest book is All the Funs in How You Say a Thing(Ohio University Press). ...
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Timothy Steeles latest book is All the Funs in How You Say a Thing (Ohio University Press)
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