Boy

a love poem with no apologies, for Boonie

Maybe I shall never feel a joy

as great as that about the boy.

A boy whose perfect face lights up

for juice out of an Elmo cup.

A boy who is the handsome prince

in every story written since

time began and long before.

I don’t wonder anymore

if there’s a God of love and joy,

‘cause who else could have made that boy?