A swing set is an escape,
a steel tower of daydreams
cradling the innocence of childhood
as it hurtles through the air, unafraid
I travel along, a stowaway,
a fugitive from the burden of monotony,
from carrying duty and obligation,
flying up and away like a kite on a rebel wind.
Out like the winged seed
of a pinecone I sail,
darting, whirling, fluttering,
until I gently return to the ground,
where I burrow down
into the bitter richness of the soil,
shedding my brittle shell
and sprouting fresh into the wide world again.
Writ & Whimsy 
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