Poetry

Tire Swing

I once held a Governor safe to the road,
amidst rain sheets so thick
they should have washed away the world
beneath me.

Just so you know.

I wasn't always this lame and lonely
lawn ornament, this sullen
fairy-tale photo-op.

I used to hold the lives of travelers,
carefully, between the scarce spaces in my tread.
If it weren't for me, they may have never made it
to the platonic play-dates they were late for.
They may have never found little Skippy,
who finally found that flaw in the fence.

Even after I grew old
and went bald, after I was told
I was no longer capable, physically,
I kept the most beautiful girls in the world
company, on the most beautiful days, and
I'll never forget that.