Hour Seven:  Ekphrastic from Martin Torrez photo

Each one fights to push my swing. Their heads watch.

They have known me since childhood. They know my secrets.

They know who my new boyfriends are, they know my new girlfriends.

This secret place between nature and I is a special place.

I have grown taller than them now.

I still swing within their humming as the wind sings between their leaves. Since each petal holds a note, only here can I swing and listen to a never-ending childhood melody. DMW