somehow, summer goes:
slow days that fly away
on dragonfly wings

two boys: legs, laughter
balance on the edge of wild
i hold my breath, type.

the sun is still low
balloon bop, cars, baseball, blocks
8 am: what's left?

lips and eyebrows arch
even mad, he's beautiful
pure power, his eyes

his smile unlocks
his brother's angry features
releases delight