Avalon Creek
Slung over one sturdy branch
hung low
but high enough
Swing that rode June skies
for months that flung us
up and out
Above cool awnings
shaded trees
swing that bent the back of oaks
Thick rope wound tight
knotted twine stolen
from Clarence Weingartner’s barn
Strung by brothers
sworn enemies
awful boys
Frayed ends in shaking fists
a knotty seat
in clenched thighs
On tippy toes
sucking breath
pulling length taut
Looking down
the needled sloping hill
the push the shove
The rushing up
to treetops
sometimes clearing the woods
Eight or ten cheering
or mocking
your courage your reluctance
My sister’s sweaty limbs
determined to go highest
the crack of branch
The creak mid-air
of fixed and bristly arms
one cracked skull
One night while we slept
old Tom Bauer
finally cutting it down
Nailing warning signs
sawing it clear through
only its end left stiff fixed
round where it had been
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