Dream Boy

Slender, long-haired,
Probably nine or ten,
Wearing a T-shirt and shorts,
Always barefooted,
The boy around the corner
And down the street,
Twisting and twirling
For hours at a time
On the rope swing
Dangling from
A front-yard tree,
Whiling away
The summer day;
Obviously not
A reader or a gamer,
Apparently not
An athlete either,
But a dreamer for sure,
And I can’t help
Wondering what stories
His imagination spins
Behind brown eyes
As his body spirals
At the end
Of its
Tether.

Copyright 2017
T. Allen Culpepper

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