Surbiton High School

you

the-old-swing-beth-saffer

BELLA RUBENS 9T

as eye tiptoe through the darkness

the evening seems to call my name

trees twittering like birds

whispering secrets of the past

but they don’t really know me

not like

you

not like

the way the grass swayed

in the tall wind

goose bumps up my spine

the old swing creaked

and we sat

still

shards of harmony between us

not like that

just the way

it is

just the way

it will be

photograph: the old swing by beth saffer, 2011

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