But I Keep Swinging
But I Keep Swinging
when my garden harvests fruit flies
and the bugs chatter of my absence and neglect
i swing above them
in my tree chair
with little peach toes gracing the wig of my biggest tomato
Wind sits next to me
talks of the stars and other gossip
Below
calls my name
reminding me, defining anger in little strawberry hats
but I keep swinging
Rain and I play footsie
while he fiddles with his fiddle
and i close my eyes
hearing
rolly pollies screaming my name
and insects under rocks blaming it on me
but i keep swinging
me and Sunny
dancing in the yard of his Universe
laughing as he dips me
into a nice shade of
Indifference
the howling winds are more like chuckling
and the wolves have lost their baying breaths
wildflowers sprout from the cieling of Sky
Ground sucks in a feast for himself and She...
but I keep swinging
here
with Beautiful
and
Me.
