Winter Sunset in a Sycamore Swing

This was inspired by an evening hanging out with Jessica Tate and Hunter Thomas in Will Roger’s park in Oklahoma City in February 2006, shortly before I left the US to live abroad for the first time. Jessica was spinning me in a red plastic tire swing hung from a sycamore tree.

spinning tree fingers reaching for that apricot
tangerine dream
sunset

puzzle pieces cleanly interlocking
sycamore skeleton slicing spinning
expanse of sky
upturned bowl of blue couscous with butane roasted sycamore balls
spinning
on a red wheel
time immortalizes on a tire swing
spun by your best friend
spinning
sailor songs off cold-flushed lips

the sky does not break cleanly
at dawn or dusk
life does not break cleanly
at lips or touch
–it shatters.

And we glue them back together for their beauty
dizzy mixing pieces of life and land and sky
spinning
dizzy gluing bits of life
where sky belongs

spinning
reaching for that apricot
tangerine dream
sunset puzzle
pieces
spinning

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Winter Sunset in a Sycamore Swing

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