The swing would hold
Isaiah if he ever decided to sit on it
It would hold
Jacqueline if she noticed it,
like it holds Sara who sits on it
just now and jumps off
because she sees something more interesting
far away
It will hold Wesley who comes tomorrow
It held Priya for several minutes
It carried Daniel’s heart back and forth
Sophie stood on it. Shaking, it held her
It’s empty through the night
except for when it held two teenagers
who came like shadows
Jasmine sat where they did
Before Peter, after Lindsey
Elliot. Ahmed. Desmond
Yalitza. Jiaoyang. Emily
It would hold you, too,
bearing all your weight
You can tell it works because it creaks,
gravity carrying the swing until it rusts away
but that won’t be until a long time from now