Boy
He is just….
Is 15 already
Trying to look 19 and a half
Cool
5-10
Trying for 6-1
Hasn’t learned to connect
Upper half with lower
Feet too far before
Head too behind
Left side slides
In from the right
Like it was unhinged
Tries not to look around
Flips his shoulders as if
He’s wearing a protective superman cape
Texting on his Smart Phone
Touches letters
Like fingering the fret of a guitar
Long arms get in the way
Should expand and contract
On demand
Life can’t be bought or sold
Drawn on some schematic
Nor patented
The juice of the wild
Can’t be squeezed out
Like wet clothes
In the wringers
Of those old washers
You hope the sun will
The wind will
Germinate with moisture
And a man will
Pop out.
Grady Bennett Myers, Jr.
April 29, 2014