Can we fly?
We rush to work.
Hurrying, scurrying by
A desolate playground.
The wind blows.
Swing chains rattle, squeak.
We pause, smile.
Memories rise up, take hold
Of hands grasping, legs pumping.
Stretching forward, pushing back.
To and fro, harder, faster.
Higher! Higher! ! Higher! ! !
Can we fly?
Wind in the face, hair tumbling.
Bubbling laughter escapes.
Heart pounds, breath catches.
Can we? Dare we?
Amazed, awed, breathless.
We can fly!
Deep breath, wistful sigh.
We open our eyes
And walk on.
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