Swings,

Strawberry Swings,
People, trusting the cables. Not falling.

Fall,
If I was not home, and I was in my mind,
there would be dried leaves on the ground.

The air would be chilly, and the leaves would keep on falling.

If I was not home, and I was in my mind,
strangers would pass by, not say hello,
people I know would be distant.

Fall,
If I was not home, and I was in my mind,
the streets would not be familiar, subtle about the past.

The air would be chilly, leaves falling and me still me.

If I was not home, and I was in my mind,
the abstract entities would still be the same,
the physical may lie.

Fall.