i think sometimes
of the thoughts you have
and i think i know how you think
somewhere in there
you think like i do
and even you
have to admit
not much in time has passed
two elbows next together on a swing

heads forward and with each other

tilted back in a laugh

heels scraping sand on the way back

adult old and all that


the chin comes in

for another push below the knees

as if we never got that
thank god the sky's got enough blue
to catch me & you
in the swivel of a giggle
a back and forth
no one else knew
chains and wood for a seat
under the sound that comes before a laugh