Beside the Playground Fence

An empty swing swaying beside the playground fence

Rust on the chain in the evening light

It moves like a thought I can't make sense of

Back and forth through the fading night

Empty swing keeps swaying slow

Tell me where the soft days go

In your creek, I hear them stay

Even as the children run away

The chalk lines blur in the dust and rain

The sight stands still in the blue-grey air

I hear my own feet on the cracked refrain

A summer's gone, but I'm still there

Empty swing keeps swaying slow

Tell me where the soft days go

In your creek, I hear them stay

Even as the children run away