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Falling
off a swing
by m. carmen santos
The
fall I don’t remember,
lying on my back,
the swing undulating over my head,
and the breath knocked out of me.
A foreign silence,
an inner world film,
stark and without dubbing,
the prickles of grass.
My breath held like a dove,
its wings tucked in fists
and thrown into the sky
to prove it's free.
Falling
off a swing
by m. carmen santos
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