dirt on the welcome mat

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She jumped on the pendulum
Too soon-
Both feet barely curling around
The golden face of
Time’s unstamped coin,

Each finger wrapped itself
Around the gleaming cord
Instinctively,
Tire swing blisters
Rested on its bright braid.

But her summertime smile
Was lost in the back and forth breeze,
Porch swing memories
Splintered
As she swung.