This is an ode to boys
to their messy hilarity spilling
greater than walls can contain
brighter than the spring-swelling sun
with an energetic happiness that, contagious,
infuses the next moment, hour, day
stretching beyond moonrise
into bed and then up again at dawn
defining these happy, muddy days.
For the boys after our great, silly, ruckus and very long birthday day out, and for NaPoWriMo day 17.