The Rope Swing

(for Kay)

 

Some poems start with a
hey watch this

then the letting go of the rope
the wild and joyful flailing of limbs

and end with a
big splash!

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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3 Responses to The Rope Swing

  1. J says:

    You make me miss summer

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