Swing

Sleeping child swings in  cradle
To its  rising creak sound upon
A pristine sleep in closing eyes.

Creak is a mom’s hand rocking
The child softly to sleep rising
Like a bird’s in a tree’s foliage.

When branch creaks in a wind
In fluctuating sleep in foliage,
Darkness tweaks a bird asleep.

Mom’s hand sleeps like wind
In tree, rocking bird to sleep,
Sleep to sleep,in rise and fall.

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