SEASON OF THE SILLINESS (for Barbara)
And then there were giggles, and girls giggling until their faces fevered and their hearts beat shiver fast and the whole extravagant blooming world shimmered and blurred, and they were up, up – legs pumping, heads thrown back, chins tilted skyward like some sort of cloud pointers, hands gripping the sturdy thick chains. And they needn’t come back to earth. At least for one long minute – the swings granting them grace. The small city park a hot summer’s refuge.