She clutches the spool
With desperate joy,
Delighting in the gentle tug
Of the silky twine.
High above,
The faded nylon canvas
Flutters noisily.
The yearning winds awaken.
Yanked aloft,
Her toes escape the grass
And dangle free.
Giddy relief
Fills her heart
Upon safe return.
As her laughter
Echoes dimly far below,
He stretches
His tattered fabric
Against splintering rods
And is grateful
For her steady grasp.
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