The Daily Poem – The Girl On The Swing by Marck Prisco

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The Girl On The Swing by Marck Prisco

 

The girl skipped off the swing

and walked away.

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That swing is moving still;

caught, I thought at first,

by a slow wind.

 

 

But its twin, the swing

next to it, is dead still.

 

 

I think that I’m lost

in the sky, the leavings

of a butterfly;

 

 

eyes upon the ghost

that once was a girl.

 

 

4-5 September 2015

 

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