Slipsliding Away

The swing snapped free –
we flew up and out across the Hudson 
into the sky over Manhattan 
like a helicopter on tour 
where people hang out the doors 
by a strap for fun, take selfies,
whirling blades spinning,
chop chop merry-go-round
we're getting dizzy –
a playground in the sky,
people in the streets yelling 
"be the cow jumping over the moon!" 
but just the Chrysler building, no moon
and not actually a cow just
you and me, never really "swingers"
now coming down in the East river
wondering what just happened
wondering if breaking into song
broke the tethers and we
soared.

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