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?
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