Inter-City Intercession

Fresh Finds, Poetry by K.HartlessJanuary 7, 2022January 7, 2022

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.

© khartless 2020, All Rights Reserved

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

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Jeff Flesch on January 7, 2022 at 20: 21
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Oh, K, this one resonates so deeply. Reminds me of being a kiddo…love this poem…Happy weekend!

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1. K.Hartless on January 7, 2022 at 23: 35
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  Thanks, Jeff. I’ve always loved a tire swing. Cheers to a good weekend!
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch on January 8, 2022 at 01: 27
    
    Most welcome, K. Me too. Cheers!
    
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Hobbo on January 8, 2022 at 03: 03
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Can I have a go on that swing? Please! 🤣

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