Saturday, April 18, 2015

Poem a Day, #14 (swing)

Swing music might have been my parents’ soundtrack
If they danced.
Swing dancing always looks like so much fun,
But I’m bad at learning steps.
I would have swung high on a backyard swing
If my father had hung one.
I loved to swing a bat at a softball
But never played on a team.
I’ve never lived in a swing state or
Cast a swing vote.
I never have mood swings
(my moods hover around the midline,
boringly so).
Swinging is more fun than standing still.
Swinging left is more fun than swinging right.
Swinging opinions are called flip-flopping,
But why is changing your mind a bad thing?

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