My Boys at 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.

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