Poem: Kid on a Swing at Night

Late in this warm evening
Before the middle of night
Floating down the darkened streets
None are drawn within my sight
Quiet empty lawns
Windows vacant stare
There is no one out here
Nobody anywhere
Only a lonely swing set
In a darkened field
Without the children’s laughter
Swings one who’s unrevealed
Silhouette against a sky
Squeaking chains that go
Carry lonely passenger
Swaying to and fro
The face hidden in shadow
The rider flying high
Blacked out against the blackness
In Autumn evening sky
This, no longer playground
No bright and sunny lawn
Swinging in the darkness
As I continue on

©2014 James Takeo

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