Swing

take it

i’ll send it across the Swing

yank it

i’ll keep it in the Microphone

find it

smiling and shot, Neon Lights

kiss it

there’s no other use

warble the lines afraid to be sung

and it will be at your accord

grab it, hug it, punch it

it will be on the other side

of the Swing

in the Bar

and at the House

on the Balcony,

glazing eyes, loved

over many houses

on the Hill behind the Building

beneath the Scolding Woman

in the Reflection

and by the Sea

you’ll find it there

running from me

waiting and watching a Plane

in Peanuts and Beer