At the lake, you grab a rope hanging from a tree branch
and you pick up speed. A line in a texbook to teach a fact
can be the most beautiful thing to imagine
that you can be held motionless
in time. What are we measuring?
I want to be that shiny. That gold
pendulum, catching a mysterious shadow
like a child
in summertime.
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“I want to be that shiny.” Love the pendulum idea.
Like how title is first line of poem. A little melancholy—what are we measuring, trying to catch? And a sweet innocence and real simplicity of the idea of summers/childhood that me remember or imagine .