12. Summer Swing

During the hot summer days of Mom’s first cancer,
when little me couldn’t stand the brightness,

I escaped to a shallow, shaded space
my monkey swing.

any sickness,
could be spun into proportion

with a running start
and room to unwind

Go right ahead.

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