[The eighteenth entry of April 2016's A-to-Z Blogging Challenge.]
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the old rocking chair creaks
in its quiet corner of sixty years
back and forth, it goes
just like it has always been
the rusty gate, un-oiled
screeching arthritis at the hinges
back and forth, it goes
just like it has always been
the long, untamed grass
a-waving in the wind
back and forth, it goes
just like it has always been
the ceramic flower pot, chipped
dangling from the porch ceiling
back and forth, it goes
just like it has always been
the creviced wooden porch swing
termite-infested, yet solid
back and forth, it goes
just like it has always been
you stand at the faded welcome sign
at the cottage where grandma still lives
"back and forth, you go,
my dear, where have you been?"
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