Swings

Found this on her computer,
written not long before she passed.

Memory of a late-night stroll
from some years back.
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we walked to the park
the swings...
and the height, the throwing your head back
to see the world upside down, the stars in the sky
the swings...
and steve
as he flew off
paused in mid air for a second, scared for a second
landing surprised...laughing.

that laughter, that joy, that "doing it again"
this...is all that matters