Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue Two

Peggy Douglas


Me and Caroline start out swinging, side-by-side, holding hands and pumping it up until we're floating so close to the clouds we could touch the dew. We count together, pulling chains with all our might: fifty-two pump, fifty-three pump, on and on, until we reach a hundred or maybe even a thousand for no good reason at all other than to tell Bubba and Sammy there's one more thing we can do that they can't. When we get so high two legs of the swing set jump off the ground, Mama comes out and says if we don't slow down, the devil's going to reach up and snatch our rowdy souls.