four seats

if you listen closely you can still hear the giggles of children

echoing even though there’s nobody here anymore

and the swings move on their own with no legs pumping back and forth and no parents pushing them fondly from behind

as each swing pulls forward it shrieks a great cry

you can see faint spiderwebs in between the chains of the swings and

as they move you can hear the old wood creak and crackle

one day like all wood does it will rot and

one day a child will sit down and the whole structure were come crashing down upon its little head