The swing

It's swinging
&
it's swinging out there
alone & lonely.
But it's swinging freely.

Swinging, to & fro.
Just like the grass blades
in a hay field during the fall.
Breathing in & breathing out.

It's the swing by my house.
The swing just swinging abandoned.

No one there to swing in it.
Or,
have any metaphorically
resonant moment from it.

But still it swings.
Cause it's the swing
& it's supposed to..........