Oscillate

Spinning panorama:

Atop this tire swing,

I can see anything

Between blades of grass

Crunchy leaves bark in the front lawn;

Jump to twenty-two

Nervous to tell you

My head is spinning:

Picture my everything

Dizzy, Sick of this vacation

Is not how I’ll remember you

In a lens of blues

I’ll spin you a photograph

Of us meeting in youth

And you’d be my everything.

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