The swings — a meditation

Remember when
every day
was a new one,
the next moment
was just the rest
of right now,
and the passing
hours slipped
quietly into the past
when we weren’t looking?

Some days
we conquered swings
and slides,
other days we lost
to thunder,
and no one
was keeping score.

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