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Swings and Trampolines By Jemma Provance
When the movie finished at four We left the TV on static And my brother sleeping on the couch
We went outside and sat on swings First the yellow ones by our tree house Then the creaky one underneath the eaves
We looked through the branches At the stars, kicking our bare feet Over the cold concrete Talking about our futures
When we’ll live across a trampoline And have a million secret tunnels You’ll have pugs forever, and I’ll adopt a zoo
I swore we woke the neighbors Laughing so hard at ourselves And being so silent in future nostalgia. |