Innocence

 

there is a wooden swing

hanging from the apple tree

like an old cliché

like a feeble imitation of a Norman Rockwell painting

like it was hung there as a prop

by a savvy realtor trying to sell the property

 

with the apples beginning to ripen

she happily swings

sometimes for hours

she is only five

and she doesn’t know what a cliché is

she has never heard of Norman Rockwell

and is not looking to buy real estate