P O E T R Y
William Swinging
GINNY LOWE CONNORS
I
MUST stand in front of him when I push him in the toddler swing , a little wooden cage that holds him as he parts the air , feels it making room for him , and the world — just like any small boy — refuses to stay still .
I push his feet . Sometimes I catch hold of his red , velcroed sneakers and pause the pendulum of his body , pull him a little nearer before letting him go .
There is nothing funnier than this , this little surprise interrupting the motion of swinging . He grins , he laughs , knowing I like to hold him close . The release , and then the return .
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