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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.