Inter-City Intercession

The city is a saint.
I climb on my tire swing
to try and get a closer view of God.
Pray daddy tied the rope as true as his own.

His old Chevy tire
I swing without a push
reach out belief and bag a blessing
off a skyscraper’s spire.

What Would Silvia Plath Write #141-50 words in her style

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Oh, K, this one resonates so deeply. Reminds me of being a kiddo…love this poem…Happy weekend!

K.Hartless says:

January 7, 2022 at 23: 35

Thanks, Jeff. I’ve always loved a tire swing. Cheers to a good weekend!

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- Jeff Flesch says:
  
  January 8, 2022 at 01: 27
  
  Most welcome, K. Me too. Cheers!
  
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Can I have a go on that swing? Please! 🤣

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