COAXING THE SWING, ABOUT NINE YEARS OLD
COAXING THE SWING, ABOUT NINE YEARS OLD Legs flailing like wings, I coaxed the swing ever further in its arc, longing for the heavens, longing to soar, straining against the limits imposed by God and nature, only to be drawn back down by this world’s unrelenting pull and then rise again briefly in... Sign in to see full entry.