when i was young, i loved swingsets.
our playground had three, each with three
swings. three times three. nine swings.
three twings, two little girls, two little boys.
they took their own sqingset, all except one
boy, who followed a little girl. his little girl.
she sat on the swing and the boy gave
her a push. she giggled and waited
for another, which came as she
leaned back. another, another. the time
elapsing slowly. higher and higher
she flew with her little boy.