Boys in the Park

With the abandon
of two small dust devils
they swirl around me,
laughter and squeals,
before blowing past
and away. Twigs hug
their hair, one has sand
on his cheek–they’ll need
baths later–but for now
life is seesaws and smiles.
They tumble together,
mischief and giggles,
and the sun breaks
through clouds
for awhile.

Ryan Stone