We wear bright green sweaters
because it's cold out
at the moment, and

we sit on rusted swings,
praying that they won't break.
This is how we play:
going back and forth
not knowing when to stop
or how.

And we know that they'll
never break. Because the stars
smile down on them at night,
and the rain treads lightly
on them in the day, we know
that they'll never break.

It is with this assurance we live each day,
we cry, we cry, but here we'll stay.