In Pioneer Park (Later)

On the one swing in Pioneer Park 
not broken, a boy and girl 
taking turns pushing each other 
are trying to reach the sky. 
He wears her new baseball cap, 
she his tattered wool sailor's, 
their bare little legs at the highest arc 
kicking clouds out of the way! 
There are no clouds; the day is so clear 
they can even see the Seven Devils' snowy peaks! 
But clouds must be there, people 
have to have clouds or it just isn't fair, 
and a bear picking berries, showing 
her children how, and a castle 
no one is using right now. 
They don't know why not. But they know 
a great many things riding this swing—
they know almost everything— 
like who used to jump up and run 
from room to room, singing Moon, moon, 
I do miss you so, boo-hoo, boo-hoo—
it was them! Margaret and James! 
Oh, a long time ago, yes, she is quite sure, 
they were very rich, they were orphans! 
but not very tall. Maybe, maybe 
one day they'll marry, who can tell? Who 
can tell anything, isn't that scary? Who? 
Who? Boo-hoo, boo-hoo. Oh, 
please don't cry, not today, we're having fun 
running away, higher, higher! Look, 
look how far we've come!